#this is. very late to the party but i think it whenever i reminisce about elementary

[queerical]

i remember when elementary first came out and bbc sherlock fans were saying elementary's sherlock was OOC becuz he wasn't an asshole just becuz he was compassionate to victims and people suffering hard circumstances

putting the claims of OOC-ness aside, but it's clear they actually didn't watch or didn't pay attention becuz elementary's sherlock is absolutely an asshole. he is arrogant and entitled and rude and aggressive to people who impede his investigations even if they are also victims and hostile to his brother for no discernible reason

the difference from bbc's sherlock is that elementary's sherlock actually has consequences for this behavior. it strains his relationships, it gets him fired from his job, it gets him into legal trouble, it hinders his investigations, it gets his friend shot

we're used to modern adaptions of sherlock prancing around being callous and inconsiderate to everyone around him and ppl grudgingly putting up with it becuz, well, he's an eccentric genius what can you do

elementary's sherlock is compassionate to people who've suffered becuz he knows what it's like to suffer, but he's also an unmitigated asshole, he just doesn't get a free pass on it

[lottins-only]

I love you, it's ruining my life | Part V

pairing: Kylian x black!fem!Reader

word count: 4.5k

part one, part two, part three, part four

V. May 2024

She’d gotten the invitation in the mail a few weeks ago, a creamy white envelope announcing the upcoming wedding of Julien, a childhood friend from Bondy, to his fiancee of several years. Seeing his name on the paper had brought a smile to her face; it had been years since she’d seen him.

She’d be in Paris to visit her parents anyway, it would be a crime not to go.

She’d quickly written to him to say congratulations, and Julien had texted back a thank you. Moments later, he’d texted her something she’d expected. 

Not sure if you’re still in touch with Kylian, but if you can let him know about the wedding, that’d be great. We haven’t seen each other in ages!

Unsurprisingly, the response she’d gotten from Kylian was a firm and resounding no. 

“Why not?” She’d asked over the phone.

“Because of a lot of things, Y/N” There was a lot of chatter from Kylian’s end, she had caught him just as he’d entered the locker room after a grueling match. 

“Well, what are those things?” She’d asked. 

“I can’t just go to a wedding” He’d grumbled. “Haven’t been able to do that in years, in fact. I  have to think about bringing security and all that stuff”

She’d expected he’d say that, so her response was quick. “So bring your bodyguard. I’m sure Julien and his fiance won’t mind”

“And let someone leak a story to the press about how I’m a stuck up asshole who brings a hundred people with him everywhere he goes?” He’d snorted. “No thanks”

She’d rolled her eyes. “I don’t think anyone we grew up with would do that, Kylian”

“How would I know? I haven’t spoken to those people in years” 

“I haven’t either.”

“Exactly” He’d said. “Let’s just not go. It’s Ousmane’s birthday party that weekend  anyway. Actually, he said to tell you that you should come”

She’d frowned. “So you’d rather go to a party than to your childhood friend’s wedding?”

“It’s just a wedding Y/N” He’d said, his tone weary. “People get married all the time”

She couldn’t believe how mean and dismissive he was being.

“And get divorced all the time” He’d continued, letting out a humorless chuckle. “The stats on that are crazy, actually. Someone should let Julien know”

“What? Kylian, that’s so harsh. Why are you talking like that?” She was starting to get angry now.

“I’m not being harsh. Just honest” He’d said “Look, the last thing I need right now is to go to a public event, okay? I’m sick of people asking me about where I’ll be next year, and I’m sure as hell sick of having a hundred cameras pointed at me”

“Ok, then.” She said, her irritation evident in her voice. “You have fun at the party. I’ll go to the wedding.”

“But–”

“Tell Ousmane happy birthday for me”

He’d paused before responding with a resigned “Fine”

They hung up after that, goodbyes curt. She didn’t know what was going on with him, but he’d been very tired and irritable lately. He called less and less, and took longer to text back whenever she reached out.  She suspected it had to do with his contract with PSG, which she knew was nearing its end, but they didn’t speak about things like that. If he had news, he’d tell her. So far he hadn’t said anything, which meant things were probably still up in the air and it was troubling him. She’d chalked it up to that, and was therefore able to quickly move on from the conversation. 

The day of the wedding arrived, and Y/N found herself at the crowded venue of the wedding reception, wearing a silky blue dress she’d bought a long time ago but had saved for an occasion like this. She was seated next to Manon, a girl who used to live two doors down from her, and Anna, who she knew was Kylian’s first kiss and who she’d consequently been very envious of as a pre-teen. It was great catching up with the two and reminiscing about the old days. It turned out Manon worked in marketing while Anna was a tattoo artist. 

“So, are you and Kylian still friends?” Anna asked, taking a sip from her drink. The toasts had been made, and dinner had been eaten. They were now watching the bride and groom take the floor for their first dance. 

“Yeah” She said. “We’re still friends”

“Well, wave him over then. He looks like he’s lost” Anna nodded towards something behind her. 

Y/N whirled in her seat. Sure enough there was Kylian, his head down, weaving his way through the tables. People looked up to stare with hushed gasps as he passed by them. Y/N raised her arms to wave, and thankfully his bodyguard noticed and started guiding Kylian towards their table. 

“Hi” Kylian said, smiling tightly as he pulled a chair and took a seat.

“Hi” She said. “I thought you weren’t coming”

He shrugged. “You were mad at me”

“And I was right to be” She said, smiling despite herself. He looked handsome, she could tell he’d gotten a fresh cut. 

“Sure” He rolled his eyes before turning to their tablemates. Anna and Manon were briefly starstruck as he greeted them, as if they forgot they’d grown up with him. The initial awkwardness wore off quickly though, and before long they were all chatting animatedly. 

“Remember when you two–” Manon chuckled,  gesturing between Kylian and Anna.

“Ah, yes. When we dated for a whopping two days in the seventh grade” Anna laughed. “I do remember that” 

Kylian laughed along with her, shaking his head in embarrassment. 

Y/N couldn’t help but snicker. “Two days? What happened?”

Kylian opened his mouth to respond but Anna beat him to it. “We kissed one day, and then the next day was valentine's day. I found out he gave you a card, while I got nothing. So I dumped him”

Y/N gasped, elbowing Kylian. “Oh my god, I remember that. Those anonymous valentine’s cards we did in class. That was the first year someone sent me one, I was dying to find out who it was. I didn’t know it was you”

“Oh, we all knew” Manon said while Anna nodded in agreement. 

“Everyone knew he had a crush on you”  Anna said. “At least everyone except for me. I found out after the whole card thing”

Kylian said nothing, keeping his eyes trained on the bride and groom as they swayed. 

“Okay, so what happened after that?” Y/N pressed. She was flushed. If only her twelve year old self had that information. “Did you two ever talk again?”

Kylian finally turned to her, a hint of a smile on his lips. “Not really. I acted like it never happened” He grimaced at Anna. “Sorry about that, by the way”

Anna laughed. “You were the ultimate heartbreaker, Kylian!”

He chuckled, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes that made Y/N’s heart skip. “Yeah, well, I got my karma back, don't worry.”

“What do you mean?” Anna asked curiously. 

He hesitated before answering. “I’ve had my fair share of heartbreaks, is all”

Y/N looked down at her lap, idly fiddling with her jewelry. The cynic within her had convinced her that Kylian didn’t care for her in that way. She’d allowed herself to believe he wanted her only for her body, just another fleeting fling in a long line of them. But his behavior over the past couple of months had made it clear that her own insecurities had clouded her judgment. She had the person she cherished most right in front of her—the boy she had loved since she was twelve—and yet she had pushed him away.

As she watched the bride and groom twirl, doubt grew inside of her. Was that kind of love even possible for her? Could she ever meet someone she cared for as deeply as she did for Kylian? The thought felt almost laughable. In her heart of hearts she knew that there would never be anyone else who could fill that space in her life.

Suddenly, the DJ switched to an upbeat song and people started to flock to the dance floor, eager to join the bride and groom. Manon and Anna went off as well, leaving just the two of them at the table. 

Y/N nudged Kylian gently.“Dance with me?”

He looked at her with an apologetic look, wordlessly shaking his head no. He looked tense, evidently very aware of being in public. 

Y/N visibly deflated. She wanted to be in on all the fun, but Kylian clearly wasn’t up for it. Oh, well. He did come here for me. I don’t need to make him even more uncomfortable, she thought. 

She smiled tightly at him, hoping he couldn’t see her disappointment. But of course he did. 

He hesitated before grabbing her hand and standing up, pulling her out of her chair. “Let’s go”

She grinned, her heart fluttering as  they made their way to the dance floor. Sometimes, when he did things like this purely to make her happy, the walls she’d built around her feelings for him would break down, sending her heart into a joyful spin.

They got to dancing, laughter bubbling between them as she playfully teased him about his abysmal dancing skills. 

“You just want me to be publicly humiliated huh?” He grumbled, a mock pout on his face. 

Just then, the song changed to a slow ballad. They froze, exchanging uncertain glances. It was only couples around them now, slowly moving to the romantic song playing. 

“What now?” Kylian asked, his voice low.

She stepped closer, wordlessly wrapping her hands around his neck. Her breath hitched when she felt his hands land on her hips.  They swayed to the song,  shifting their eyes  away from each other whenever their eye contact got too intense. His fingertips on her hips felt like they weighed tons. She wondered if he wanted to kiss her; she knew she’d let him if he tried. She’d fantasized about it more times than she could count.

Suddenly, she bumped into someone’s back. They’d been so focused on each other they’d completely lost track of their surroundings, it seemed. She turned around, ready to apologize, but froze when she saw who it was.

“Lucas?” She said incredulously. 

He had a different haircut than the last time she saw him, but it was definitely him.

Kylian's grip on her tightened slightly. “You’ve got to be kidding me” He muttered under his breath.

Lucas’ eyes lit up in recognition. “Y/N, wow. How are you?”

“I’m good” She said, forcing a smile.“ Crazy running into you here”

He smiled a fake smile, pointing to his dance partner, who she hadn’t noticed until then. “My girlfriend is co-workers with the bride”

She greeted his girlfriend, who was nice enough. 

“So you two finally got together, huh?” Lucas said. Y/N could tell he’d had a little bit too much to drink by the way he was swaying on his feet.  He leaned closer to Kylian, making it known the next part was just for him. “Better have her on a tight leash,  or she’ll start emotionally cheating on you”

Kylian recoiled at his words. “That’s not a bigger red flag than breaking up with a person over the phone, or thinking of women as animals you put a leash on” He gave a pointed look to Lucas’ partner. “He’s in the habit of doing that, by the way”

Poor girl looked like she wanted to disappear. 

Y/N felt disgusted. “Can we not do this here?” she said to Lucas. “It’s a wedding.”

Lucas shrugged, unfazed. “Just looking out for the guy. He should know what he’s getting into.”

Kylian stepped closer, a protective stance forming. “She can speak for herself, Lucas. And right now, she’s not interested in your opinion.”

Y/N suddenly noticed that some of the wedding guests had their eyes on them, clearly having noticed Kylian on the dance floor. They had their phones out, no doubt ready to send social media ablaze with pictures of Kylian and a ‘mystery woman’. Without thinking, she stepped away from Kylian and his hands fell away from her hips. 

He gave her a hurt look, confusion etched on his face.  “Y/N…”

“There you go!” Lucas laughed. “She doesn’t even want you to touch her”

Kylian gave Lucas the dirtiest look she’d ever seen him give to someone. “Fuck you” 

He turned on his heel and strode away without waiting for a response, his bodyguard trailing closely behind him adding a dramatic effect.

She made to follow him, but he disappeared into the crowd quickly. She turned to Lucas angrily. 

“You’re disgusting, you know”

He opened his mouth to say something, but she stormed off. 

She found him taking pictures with a group of people, dimples and charisma on full display. Someone even pulled out a jersey—though she couldn’t quite fathom why someone would bring that to a wedding. Still, he signed it with a gracious smile, effortlessly charming everyone around him.

“Kylian” She said as she stepped closer. “Can we talk?”

“Sure” He said, his smile fading slightly as he excused himself from the group. 

“Look, I’m really sorry” She said. “It’s not that I don't want to be seen with you or anything. It’s just –”

“No, it’s fine” He said unconvincingly. 

“It’s not fine” She said earnestly. “That was really inconsiderate of me. Especially since you were standing up to that asshole for me. Thank you for that, by the way”

He shrugged. “That’s what he deserved” 

My sweet Kylian, she thought.

She enveloped him in a hug, taking in the smell of his cologne. He hugged her back, albeit somewhat hesitantly. She could tell something was still bothering him.

“Kylian, are you okay?” She asked, pulling away. “You’ve seemed off for a while now”

“I’m okay” He said, looking at the ground. “Just a bit stressed is all”

She looked at him empathetically. “Tell me”

“Well, for starters, I shouldn’t be in public right now”

She frowned, feeling guilty. “I know, it’s a lot–”

“No, it’s not just that. That I can prepare myself for.” He said. “It’s because there’s a video announcing my departure from PSG that’s going to be released–” He paused to look at his watch. “-- In about 20 minutes, so…”

She stared incredulously. “What?”

“I said there’s a video–”

“You’re leaving PSG?” She said in a hushed yet raised tone.

“Yes” He affirmed.

“And it’s going to be announced in 20 minutes?” 

“Yes” He repeated. 

“And you’re in a packed wedding full of proud Parisians” She stated the obvious. “One week after crashing out of the Champions League”

He nodded, then yelped when she smacked his arm. 

“Kylian, why the hell did you come?” 

“Because I wanted to make you happy” He said simply, rubbing his arm.

She didn’t know whether to smack him again or kiss his beautiful lips. She decided on neither.

“Let’s get out of here then” She said, already dragging him to the exit. “Before the video is released and all hell breaks loose”

“But we haven’t even talked to Julien!”

“You’ll send him an expensive gift” She said, sounding determined. 

He chuckled, letting her lead the way.

They were in his car, his driver speeding away from the wedding venue. She watched him look out the window, the city lights casting a yellow glow over his skin. He looked less stressed, but she still thought there was something going on with him.

“So, where are you going?” 

“Hmm?” He pulled his eyes away from the window, seemingly jolted out of his thoughts. 

“Where are you going to play next?” She asked.

“Take a guess”

“Uh, let’s see, Leeds United?” She teased. 

He rolled his eyes. “You know where”

She squealed, launching herself across the backseat to give him yet another hug. “Real Madrid? Oh my god! Congratulations, Ky”

“Thanks” He giggled, hugging her back tightly. “I’m really excited”

“You should be! This is your childhood dream” She pulled back to look at him, her eyes wide with excitement. “Remember that winter you abandoned me to go visit them?”

“Well you’re getting back at me for that now” He said with a sad smile.

“Hm?”

“You’re moving back here” He clarified. “While I’m going there. You’re the one doing the abandoning this time”

“Oh” She said, understanding. “About that, I, uh–I’m not moving anymore”

He froze. “What?”

 “ I mean, I was going to, but… things changed. I got a promotion at my job, and the pay raise means I actually get more than what I’d earn at the new job here, so I told them I’m not gonna go for it”

He lets out a strange laugh. It’s near hysterical, but it stops as abruptly as it starts. “So you’re not moving back? You’re staying in Madrid?”

“Yes” She said slowly. “I’m staying in Madrid”

“Cool” He fidgets in his seat, his fingers tapping lightly against the armrest “Great”

He looked out the window again, then turned back to her, his face breaking into a huge grin.

“What?” She giggled. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I’m just really happy you’re staying” 

“Why?” She knew why, she just wanted to hear him say it.

“I wanted better for Luna” He exhaled loudly, as if this was a concerning issue he’d thought long and hard about. “ I hear the cat food here sucks”

She burst out laughing. She didn’t know what, but she could tell something just shifted between them. 

“You know, I haven’t been back in a while” He said. “To Bondy”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah” He said thoughtfully. “You just reminded me, when you mentioned that time I went to visit Madrid”

“Why don’t we stop by?” She said, her eyes lighting up. 

He paused for a moment, contemplating. 

“I don’t have anywhere else to be. Let’s do it” He said finally. 

He told his driver, and they went on their way. They sat in silence for most of the drive to the suburbs, both lost in their own thoughts.

“Oh!” Kylian’s eyes lit up suddenly. He pulled something from the console. “I forgot to give you this”

“What is it?”

“Belated graduation gift” He said as he handed her a small gift bag. She’d graduated from her masters program a couple weeks ago.

She beamed,  pulling out a jewelry box from the bag. “You didn’t have to” She cooed.

“Liar”

“You’re right, I love gifts” She grinned.

Her eyes widened when she revealed the pair of earrings. “ Kylian, wow” 

She looked at him in disbelief as she held up the jewelry delicately. “They’re so beautiful”

“I got them from Cameroon, when I visited last year” He explained. 

There was a card nestled amongst the wrapping of the earrings, small enough that she almost missed it. 

“Oh, there’s a card” She said as she picked it up.

Kylian’s eyes widened, reaching out to take it from her hand. “Wait, no—”

She leaned away from him to avoid his grasp, her smile almost fading as she read what was written:

“Y/N,

I don’t know if you’ll ever see this, but right now I’m in Cameroon, and I’m heartbroken. 

Maman thinks I should call you. Tchaga and all the others think I’m annoying because all I do is sulk.

We visited a traditional market today. I saw these earrings, and I thought of you immediately. They’re made by female artisans, which I think you’ll like.

 I love you, I think it’s ruining my life.

–K”

She looked up, the last sentence reverberating in her head, almost drowned out by the pounding of her heart. 

She didn’t know what to say, just looked at Kylian, who was avoiding her gaze.

“I forgot that was there” He said quietly. 

The car came to a halt just then, and Kylian’s driver let them know that they’d arrived at their destination.

They found themselves at the park they frequented as children, where they spent countless afternoons and evenings. They took a seat on a bench, facing a gaggle of children playing football. The park was otherwise empty save for a couple other wanderers, which was unusual for a summer’s evening. Y/N wasn’t  complaining though; fewer people meant less chances of Kylian being spotted.

They seemed out of place in their formal clothes; her in her silk maxi dress, and him in his suit.  She stole glances of his side profile as they watched the kids’ game, marveling at his beauty: his big brown eyes, the strong nose he’d inherited from his mother, and those pink, pouty lips. More than 10 years of knowing him and yet he still managed to take her breath away.

He turned to her suddenly. “What’s on your mind?”

She decided to be honest. “I was thinking about how pretty you are”

“Pretty?” He chuckled.

“Yeah. Pretty” 

“Don’t think anyone’s used that word to describe me before” He said.

“Well I have” She said. “Many times before – in my head”

“Me too,” He admitted, his gaze warm. “I’ve called you pretty. Also many times —in my head.”

She grinned at him. It was impossible not to. “Speaking of pretty, I want to try those earrings!”

She pulled them from their box, quickly removing the ones she was already wearing and carefully putting on the new pair. Kylian took an exaggerated double take, his eyes widening. “Qué hermosa!” 

She snorted. “ Working on your Spanish, I see”

“I’m already fluent, cherie” He winked at her as he pulled out his phone and quickly snapped a picture of her. 

A loud cheer erupted from the kids; someone had just scored a goal. Y/N and Kylian briefly turned their attention back to the game, smiling at the infectious joy of the kids as they rushed to one another for a group hug. The celebrations gradually faded, and the children returned to their positions to continue the game.

She swallowed hard. “Did you mean that?”

“Mean what?” Kylian dragged his eyes away from the game. It didn’t matter if it was being played by a bunch of 10 year olds, football was still his favorite thing. It was quite endearing, actually. 

“What you wrote on the card” She said quietly. 

“Yes” He met her eyes. “I do”

“What did you mean– what do you mean when you said it’s ruining your life?” She asked.

He took a deep breath before answering. He had a pained look on his face. “It’s just – I don’t know, it feels like torture sometimes, not having you. First it was the whole time you were with Lucas when I was pining after you, and then it felt like I had you, but you ran away. Let me tell you, those couple months after that when we weren’t speaking were the worst of my life.” He took a shaky breath. “And whatever we are now, just friends, it’s never going to be enough”

“Kylian..”

“And I was speaking to Papa” He continued, ignoring her. He scooted closer to her, eyes so intense. “He told me to take a leap of faith. To cut out all the bullshit and tell you I love you.  So here I am, I guess. I want you to tell me what you truly want. Not what you think you should want, or what other people want for you. What you really, really want. Because if it’s me? I’m all in, Y/N” 

He took her hand, gently opening up her palm. “Because you’ve had my heart here” He traced his index finger over her palm. “Ever since I met you at my birthday party all those years ago. It’s always been you for me. There will never be anyone else”

Y/N didn’t respond immediately,  lifting his hand that was on hers to her lips and kissing his trembling fingers. “Just so you know, I’ve wanted you as long as I’ve known you. And you’re right, maybe all of the excuses I was telling you and myself were lies. Because I was scared. I thought if we did this and it didn’t work out, I’d end up losing you forever. I didn’t want that, Ky. But how would we know if we don’t try? We have to try, right?” She paused. “I really want to try”

Kylian let out a relieved laugh at her words. They were so close to each other, their faces mere inches apart. He cupped her face with his hands, caressing her cheeks in a way only he could. She closed her eyes, basking in his touch. She felt gentle kisses on each of her eyelids.

“Yes” She heard him murmur. “I want to try”

They closed what little distance was between their lips, kissing passionately. All the tension, all the unspoken feelings that had been brewing for ages seemed to dissolve in that moment. It felt like releasing air after holding her breath for a long time. It felt like relief.

“Wait, there’s someone taking pictures” Kylian muttered as he pulled away.

“I don’t care” She said, chasing his lips with hers.

To her annoyance, he pulled away again. “But you–”

“I said I don’t care” She mumbled, kissing him again. She felt him smile against her lips.

They left the park after the game ended, satisfied and at peace. Hands intertwined, lips swollen from kissing. She thought about the kids that they used to be, the ones who used to run to the very same park everyday after school. Oh how they’ve grown,  how they’ve changed. 

Inside the car, she turned to him, her heart steadying after a long while of drumming loudly. “So, what now?”

His gaze was unwavering. “ No more running away.”

"No more running away" She repeated softly, leaning her head against his shoulder and closing her eyes.

A/N: Aaand thats it folks. hope you like this last part <3 i'm working on an epilogue though so stay tuned for that. as always lmk what you think in the comments or in my inbox. thank you for reading!

tags: @kyliansonlygf @ynkfreeastheocean @scottishthistle @user6373738 @lucysantos6-blog @tuliptopiasstuff @kennasutopia @cinderellawithashoe @akiracim @kymb-10 @germanapples @ariesmai @edgyficuselastica

[strawberryvanillablast]

Hi! May i request Giorno confessing to his crush( fem preferably )?

Let's say his crush has been there for him when he was down and helped him a lot.

Of course! Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy reading it!

Through Thick and Thin (Giorno Giovanna X Female!Reader)

He remembered the first time you two met.

It was a chilly autumn night, where the leaves were changing colors and he was shivering from the biting cold despite him wearing such long sleeves. Leaning against one of the school's many balconies, it was definitely one of those melancholy moods where all he could do was just stare at the full moon and reminisce about his life so far. He couldn't help but resent his mother and stepfather whenever he was reminiscing. Even though his hero made them stop their behavior...

"Hey there," A girl's voice pleasantly called out to him. "You okay?"

"Hm?"

He turned to see a girl leaning against another school balcony in the school tracksuit. She had (h/l) (h/c) hair that shone faintly in the pale moonlight with her (e/c) eyes blinking calmly. He only gave a tiny nod before turning to face the rest of the school, the moon still shining.

"You seemed kind of down," The girl continued. "So, I thought to give you some company. After all, looking at the moon is nice with friends to talk to, right?"

He turned back to her with an eyebrow raised. A friend, she said? She didn't even know him at all. But he wasn't going to protest much at all if she wanted to think that way. After all, she was right about having a friend to share some time with.

"Sorry," She apologized sheepishly, outstretching her hand. "I forgot to introduce myself. My name's [Y/N]. [Y/N] [L/N]. What's yours?"

"I'm Giorno Giovanna," He introduced as he returned her handshake. "It's very nice to meet you too."

From that point onward, the relationship with [Y/N] was a blessing he treasured each and every day. When he was struck with the fever, the only thing that would soothe him was [Y/N]'s smile and laughter. If he had a bad day, seeing and being with [Y/N] cheered him up rapidly.

And he made sure that he would give his all whenever [Y/N] was sick, down, or otherwise not feeling her regular happy-go-lucky self. After all, that's what friends do for each other. Be there for each other both in the good times and the bad.

However, as time slowly went by, it was becoming clear to him that it was more than just friendship he was feeling towards [Y/N]. His heart beating rapidly, the blush rising to his cheeks immediately, butterflies in his stomach.

Giorno Giovanna was in love with [Y/N].

He sighed as he placed an arm over his eyes, reminiscing of the times where [Y/N] was there for him. He remembered his horrible fever, of a dangerous spike in his body temperature, when he saw [Y/N] carrying some snacks to help him while he recovered. He remembered both of them having a nice hairstyle party when his hair inexplicably turned a golden hue. And he remembered the time that he showed his power: turning her pencil into a ladybug and back again.

He sat up in his bed, clenching his fists in determination. He needed to confess to [Y/N] before it was too late, before he had regrets. As a last-minute internal pep talk to himself, he gave himself one glance-over in the mirror.

'I can do this,' He thought, trying to calm himself down. 'I can do this.'

As he walked over to the usual meeting place with [Y/N], he'd not one single clue of the internal turmoil that [Y/N] herself was having. She'd liked Giorno ever since the day she met him and this could have been her last chance to confess. She was nervous, fidgeting, trying to calm herself down.

'I have to confess to him,' [Y/N] thought to herself. 'I have to! Before it turns into regret. After all, he's my greatest friend and I want it to be a little bit more now.'

At the meeting spot, at exactly 3:13 p.m. on a beautiful Friday, Giorno Giovanna and [Y/N] met up to talk about something rather important.

[liaromancewriter]

Birthday Cake

Premise: Ethan Ramsey doesn’t like to celebrate his birthday. No one told his daughters that.

Book: Open Heart (post series) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine); feat. OC children Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff. Words: 875

A/N: In Lia Land, Ethan's birthday is on July 31. I forgot to mark the occasion, but better late than never. Submission for @choicesmonthlychallenge August challenge, birthday dialogue prompt (in bold). I'm also using @choicesflashfics week 46, prompt 3 (in bold).

Ethan Ramsey couldn’t remember the last time he’d celebrated his birthday with a party. Cassie knew how much he detested the fanfare around that day and respected his wishes not to make a big deal out of it.

Besides, he much preferred their private celebrations. Their sex life had always been hot, but it was downright incendiary on anniversaries and birthdays.

The special day was a week away, and he’d already made plans. Naveen had given him the keys to his cabin while he spent the summer visiting family. The nanny would look after the girls, and his dad was coming up from Providence to spend the day with them.

Ethan was already salivating in anticipation of unwrapping his birthday present.

“You look pleased with yourself,” Cassie commented from the other side of the couch, lowering the tablet in her hand, brow arched in question.

It was Saturday afternoon, and they were spending a quiet day at home. The twins were on the floor, engrossed in their coloring books. He heard them whispering and giggling mischievously every now and then. But that was a common occurrence between them, and he didn’t give it any mind.

“Just thinking,” he drawled, dropping his voice after a quick glance at the girls, “about my birthday present. And how much I will enjoy unwrapping it, inch by slow inch.”

“You have my full attention,” Cassie laughed, throwing him a sultry wink. “Two words. Black. Lace.”

“Happy Birthday to me,” he chuckled, seductively running one index finger up her shorts-clad leg, enjoying how she shivered.

At four years old (four and a half, thank you very much), Eloise and Sophie Ramsey knew birthdays meant cake. The games and presents were nice too, but really, it was all about the cake.

Eloise liked chocolate cake best, with chocolate frosting and sprinkles. Lots of rainbow-colored sprinkles. Sophie didn’t mind chocolate, but she’d rather have yellow cake with cream and strawberries; the more, the better.

It was just too bad their birthday was still months and months away. Instead, they had to settle for coloring a slice of cake on the page, they thought, sharing a commiserating look with each other.

And then they heard Daddy say the magic words.

Ethan quickly dropped his hand when he heard the sound of rushing feet. Before he could react, his arms were full of two little girls, their bodies vibrating excitedly.

“Daddy, is it your birthday today?” they chorused, pulling at the front of his shirt.

“Can we have a party?” Sophie said winningly, twirling one finger around a lock of hair.

“And birthday cake,” Eloise said, smacking her lips in a gesture reminiscent of her mother.

Ignoring Cassie’s snort and “Busted!” comment, he struggled for balance as Eloise and Sophie climbed atop the couch. They surrounded him, caging him between themselves, their tiny hands patting his cheeks for attention.

“Can we? Please?”

“Please, Daddy. Please?”

“It’s not my birthday today,” he said, raising his voice to be heard over their incessant pleading.

“It’s next week,” Cassie piped in eagerly.

“Not helping, Rookie,” Ethan glared at her, using the old nickname as he did whenever she annoyed him.

The girls ignored them, talking out loud as they planned who to invite to the party. Their list seemed to include everyone they’d ever met in their life.

“Grandpa Alan, Uncle Naveen, Aunty Si and Uncle Max. And Noah and Belle and Amelia and Bailey—”

“Don’t forget Grandmother Livvy and Grandpa Robbie,” Eloise interrupted her sister impatiently. “And Uncle Bryce and Aunt Rora.”

“Daddy, can we get a clown for the party?” Sophie asked.

“I want a magician,” Eloise added, tripping over the word so that it sounded like ‘maj-shun’.

“No, we cannot,” Ethan said grumpily, his scowl designed to dampen their enthusiasm. It didn’t work as he’d intended.

“Why not?” Eloise shot back.

She lifted her chin mulishly, green eyes firing in a surprisingly adult manner. However, Sophie’s eyes pooled with tears, making Ethan feel like a heel.

“Yeah, Dr. Ramsey, why not?” Cassie teased, lifting Sophie onto her lap as she scooted beside him on the couch.

“I never liked celebrating my birthday,” he explained calmly, looking down at his daughters.

Sophie was now cuddled against her mother, her face half-hidden, but he could see the damp spot forming on Cassie’s white top. If one thing was guaranteed to make him cave despite his best intentions, it was watching his daughters cry.

“We want cake,” Eloise said stubbornly, crossing her arms.

“How about we go to the bakery and get cake?” Ethan cajoled, feeling trapped.

“But that’s not a birthday cake,” Sophie argued, voice wobbly.

“A cake is a cake,” Ethan said reasonably, throwing Cassie a pleading look, hoping she’d back him up on this.

“A birthday cake is special,” Cassie nodded sagely. “Especially when it comes with balloons and pizza. Want to help me plan the party, girls?”

Traitor, Ethan thought in annoyance, shooting Cassie a look that promised retribution.

The twins jumped in delight, their voices bubbling over with excitement. And Ethan resigned himself to the inevitable as he watched his plans to seduce his wife go up in smoke.

Looks like he was having a birthday party.

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[gloochi]

Mikoto and Noein?

So if you've looked in the CRYMACHINA artbook at all, you've probably noticed this interesting tidbit on Noein's page.

Her face resembles Mikoto's? And the fact that it's secret lore means that this was intentional. This wasn't just some "oh, we're gonna reuse a face on this character whose face will never be fully shown" situation, so what's the deal here?

Warning! Major spoilers for the end of the game below the Read More. Click at your own risk (preferably don't click if you haven't at least finished chapter 7).

Importantly, I think it's less that Mikoto and Noein resemble each other and more that they both resemble Eve. Sort of. Humans are very much nothing like they are in our world (unless we're also in a simulation that lost what humanity truly looks like), so there are some liberties to take here. We'll start with the Noein connection as that's the one that takes a bit more explaining and Hurts Me more.

Noein is very much a Missing Link of sorts between Humanity and the E.V.E., largely looking like a cross between the two. In fact, she rather heavily resembles the statues in Eden specifically.

Notably, there's also concept art of Noein with four arms, which I truly desperately wish had made the final cut.

As for the connections to Eve, Noein carries herself in much the same way, and I'd even argue that her thorny crown is somewhat reminiscent of Eve's thorny head.

On its own, this sounds tenuous at best, especially since Eve notably has NO eyes due to being a designer baby, but we know from Noein's Personality Data Memoir, one of the Cardinals' Personality Data Memoirs, and the document obtained from completing the Cardinals sidequest that Xu Dong, Noein's creator, was in love with Eve. Considering that Eve's presence on the project was being completely scrubbed, Xu Dong likely would've wanted to immortalize Eve's involvement in some other way, likely by drawing on Eve as her inspiration for building Noein, and thus, Noein could be argued to resemble an abstraction of what Eve would've looked like as a normal Human, a connection that I definitely feel would've been stronger with the four-armed Noein design.

And with that explained, now I can touch on why Mikoto has the same face. As we know, the E.V.E. Project was an attempt to recreate Eve for Lilly's sake, and Mikoto seems to have been the closest to that goal by far. She showed little to no rejection responses when given ExP (her reactions largely being limited to flashbacks whenever it altered her memories), and Evetization even seemed to be progressing at a decent pace, considering that Leben comments on how Mikoto has been acting differently lately in a Tea Party towards the end of chapter 3. On top of that, Lilly even recognized her as her sister ON SIGHT and took her head on the spot, confident that she was the one without even needing to check her personality data. Considering Lilly's genuine confusion as to why Mikoto wasn't fully awakening as Eve at the end of chapter 5, it can be assumed that she still wasn't getting major rejection responses, and the only reason it was failing was due to Eden's failsafes preventing a second Eve from existing. Thus, add on the fact that Mikoto shares a face with Noein and what we've previously established about the both of them, and we can surmise that Mikoto looks INCREDIBLY similar to what Eve would've looked like as an E.V.E., to the point where they could potentially look like twins when side-by-side.

Further backing this up, though, is Mikoto's eyes. As we know, Eve doesn't actually have any eyes, almost certainly due to her being a designer baby. It's unknown whether she can see without them or if she relies more on her remaining senses, but she can at least perceive the E.V.E. well enough to know that they're a poor approximation of Humans.

Mikoto, meanwhile, has two notable details about her eyes. The most obvious detail is that she wears glasses in her virtual form, and considering Eve's (lack of) eyes, Mikoto's glasses are probably just as functional as they are fashionable.

The less obvious detail is that, while it's perfectly obscured in her virtual form, her right eye is incredibly fucked up, and you can see as much if you look closely enough at her synthetic frame. The sclera is blood red, and the iris is pitch black.

Interestingly, there's concept art in the artbook showing her with her hair up, and there, the colors of the sclera and iris are swapped. The old colors can also be seen on her character model (if you use her launcher, then activate photo mode while she's ascending) and very briefly during the NotToNotice(); MV, but the MakeFlowerCrown(); MV uses the new colors, meaning that the change likely happened late in development. This particular shot also feels like it calls attention to it, with it being centered on the camera and only flashing on screen for a brief moment. If I had to guess, there may have originally been plans to call attention to her eye at some point, but those were scrapped for one reason or another, and the colors were swapped to make it easier for eagle-eyed players to notice. Again, though, this is just speculation.

Considering everything else about the connection between Mikoto and Eve, this is almost certainly an analog to Eve's missing eyes, especially when we consider how the NotToNotice(); MV focuses on it for just a brief moment. Interestingly, the fact that Mikoto specifically hides the eye with her hair (even around family) implies a lack of self-confidence in regards to it. It's possible she was mistreated because of it while growing up, which would line up with her being rather similar to Eve. I do wish we had gotten at least a Tea Party touching on her eye, but considering that it would likely have required a whole new set of portraits for her with her eye exposed just for the very little time it's used, I get why it ended up being just a background detail.

Tl;dr, Noein was likely an abstraction of what a Human looked like, likely modeled after Eve as an act of love from Xu Dong, and Mikoto almost certainly looks incredibly similar to how Eve would've looked as an E.V.E. Thus, Mikoto and Noein share the same face. This lore truly is secret, given all the pieces you have to connect to uncover the why of it all. 😆

[summerainss]

the 1 - A.G.

A/N: Hii! So this is kind of inspired by the famous eye contact between Andrew and Emma Stone when she won an Oscar. An edit of it with Taylor’s song was amazing inspired me and lately I’m obsessed with Andrew Garfield just as the next person so enjoy...

Summary: Reminiscence of the reader and Andrew’s relationship

I’m doing good, I’m on some new shit

Been saying yes instead of no

I thought I saw you at the bus stop I didn’t though

I looked at my reflection in the mirror. The perfectly made red lipstick was still making me unsure about my look. Would it be too much? The bold color of it was the only thing I could think of. I had to shake my head in order to make me stop overthinking about it. This was what I was trying to do. Trying new things, making bold choices. I had already said yes to going to the party so might as well just be brilliant there. When I glanced at the clock I saw that I had to get going if I wanted to make it on time. I took the grey scarf which I had stolen from my mother and put on my black coat. The heels I planned to wear were nowhere to be found, so I had to settle on wearing my boots. The bus left seconds before I could get on. The strangest thing happened when I was running to catch up. I thought I saw him, Andrew, getting on the bus. Maybe it was really him I don’t know. I thought that phase of my life was over. Seeing him wherever I go stopped about a month ago. Nowadays  my visions were more about my loneliness, not about our separation. The forgotten feeling returned for a moment though. Just the thought of his face before me had me some type of way that I was hoping to forget about. I shook my head for the second time that night and tried to distract myself from my thoughts once again. I was trying some new things after all, trying to make a difference.

I hit the ground running each night

I hit the Sunday matinée

You know the greatest films of all time were never made

I couldn’t catch my breath. His hand was in mine, whenever my legs wouldn’t go further his hand and enthusiastic voice saying: “Come on! Just hold on a little bit more!” was somehow motivating me, making me forget about the burning on the back of my leg. I looked at him, as his smile got bigger with every step we took. When we crossed over the gates we took a left and rested on a tree. I struggled to breath and my legs were giving up on me. Andrew squeezed my hand as he put his other arm around me, supporting me so I could stand up straight. His eyes were already on me. It was kind of annoying how all this running had no effect on him. He had that look in his eyes once again, I witnessed that look quite frequently, that starry eyed look. I could honestly see his eyes shining as he stared into my soul. As beautiful and flattering as it was, it also made me insecure about my looks sometimes. That intense look was something I was not quite used to yet.  The bloodrush on my cheeks had multiple reasons behind but the most obvious one was this. “You’re blushing,” he whispered. He leaned down to kiss me. Not a long passionate one, but a simple affectionate one. The moment after the kiss is what I actually remember as perfect. His forehead on mine, his breath mixed with mine, and his lips on mine once again.

This moment was hidden behind somewhere in the drawer of Andrew’s in my memory. Hoping for it to disappear without making any effort was what I wanted to happen. However, that was not possible. Whenever I passed that gate all I could see was his eyes, all I could hear was his whispered words. It was no surprise that I remembered our moment when I was at a romance movie matinee. The intimacy was the most similar thing I noticed. The thing that surprised me was that I didn’t crave it anymore. I longed for what could have happened, my curiosity was what kept me hanging onto the memories. That realization was a big relief for me. Longing for a broken dream and prying on a lost memory were two very different things and the first one was a lot easier to get over. After all I could never know the best thing that I didn’t get because the greatest movies of all time were never made.

The doors of the bus opened for me to get in, I patiently walked through the corridor and sat on the back and put my earbuds in. As you can guess the road that it took was the one next to the infamous gates.

I guess you never know, never know

And if you wanted me, you really should've showed

And if you never bleed, you're never gonna grow

And it's alright now

We had been yelling at each other for half an hour. It was all a mess, my teary eyes were making me frustrated. I wanted to yell at him some more, for making me feel this miserable but I couldn’t. It was me who was making me feel like this. So I decided to leave. The tension between us was building up for weeks and this fight was the last straw. It was what pushed me over the edge. I told him I was going to my friend’s house for a while. I know I was the one who was leaving but I still hoped he would stop me, maybe try to talk me out of my decision, show me how much he cared about me about our relationship. Despite my wishes I knew he wouldn’t do that, he respected me too much for that. He respected my decisions and thoughts. Most of the time that quality of his was one of the things I loved the most about him. At that moment, that was what I hated the most about him. I just really wanted him to show me he cared about me. That never happened.

After that night our relationship was never the same. I had a hard time believing he cared about me, he had a hard time believing I wanted to stay in the relationship. I knew that fight was inevitable. If we didn’t fight that night a week after that night would be the time that leaked. I think we both learned something that night. We would never make the same mistake again but it still harmed our relationship. But it’s alright. We grew as we went along, just with other people.

I checked my phone for the time, I was not too late but the party had started. I had two more stops than I would get off. My playlist was coming to an end so I had to change and select a new one. Once I turned off my phone I put my head on the window and watched the light of the streetlights make the slow raindrops shine through the air. Each drop looked almost like little stars moving through the air.

But we were something, don't you think so?

Roaring 20s, tossing pennies in the pool

And if my wishes came true

It would've been you

The rush of my heart was unmatchable. I think it would be true if I called Andrew my first real love. He was the first mature man I ever felt like I would do anything for. He also made me feel loved and cared about. The little things were what was important to me. He would come home with my favorite candy bar because my voice sounded off when he asked me if I wanted anything from the supermarket. He would let me ramble on about the story of the song I was obsessed with, he even would make a playlist for the songs he noticed I would sing along to. Those were some of the reasons I hoped and wished we would never go our separate ways. Now I am too embarrassed to admit this but that was what I wished for my 24th birthday actually. Andrew took me out on a walk. We were walking hand in hand and eating ice cream as we strolled around the beautiful streets of the city  we were visiting. He was really upset that he couldn't find a candle to put on my ice cream so I could make a wish for my birthday. I tried to convince him that it was not important, as cheesy as it sounds I even said that all my wishes were true at that moment. He rolled his eyes at me first but kissed me right afterwards. That was truly one of the moments I felt most loved. While we were continuing our walk he noticed a wishing pool. As soon as he saw it he pulled me over to go near it. He gave me a penny and told me it was a sign that I had to make a wish on my birthday. I had to think for a moment. I couldn’t think of a thing I already didn’t have so I did the most logical thing: wished for this heavenlike life I seemed to have right now to never end. I still sometimes think about that wish. If it had come true what life I would be having right now.

My bus had finally arrived. The rain had stopped for my luck and now cold air was making me snuggle into my scarf more and more. I didn’t take off my earbuds just yet. I was still soaking up the time I had with my music and I would for as much as possible.

In my defense, I have none

For never leaving well enough alone

But it would've been fun

If you would've been the one

I was not an easy partner, I knew that. I just hoped he could overlook all of that. Most of the time he did, I have to give him that. It was not always possible to do that I guess. He had a hard week at work. He had been having a disagreement with the director and he just wanted to rest when he came back home. I understood where he came from, honestly I was worried ill about his well being but I was starting to think it was something else. I tried to talk to him first, he just mumbled an answer and went straight to our shared bedroom. I just wanted to make sure he was okay, maybe I pushed a button. Nothing like that had ever happened between us before. He would talk to me, he was not the kind who was bad at communicating. Naturally, I was surprised at his reaction when he told me off. I overthought the situation and was convinced something was wrong between us. I guess I didn't leave well enough alone. I was just worried so I tried to talk to him once again but this time my tone was an accusing one. It was probabşy selfish of me to make his exhaustion about me, I can see that now. However, I didn’t understand that then, so that fight just added more to the cup.

As I stepped inside the door of the apartment I understood that the party was not a chill hang out one. I was going to need a lot of alcohol tonight. When the host of the party came to greet me I knew something was off. She was being overly nice and almost forcing me into the kitchen. I was too weary to object.

I have this dream you're doing cool shit

Having adventures on your own

You meet some woman on the internet and take her home

I woke up from a dream I remember as clear as day now. It was a week or so after we decided to take a break. That feeling I can never forget, the feeling of betrayal I felt after my imagination forced me to think about him hand in hand, laughing, having fun, and falling in love with another girl. I could still see their locked lips before my eyes. I couldn’t do this. This much separation was too much for me. I needed to call him. I did and we talked a lot during that phone call, but there were still some things that needed to be said so we decided to meet up for a drink that night. We ended up back together eventually but the spark of our first romance was never there. It was almost like a habit and an addiction. Love was always there, we were never not in love while we were together, just not the healthy kind. We were in too deep, we cared too much and whenever we were apart something warm and fuzzy was missing as well, something that strongly comfortable is really hard to give up actually.

I was filling up my wine glass for the third time. The alcohol helped me relax and feel welcome. I was successfully socializing making other tipsy people laugh with my corny jokes. I was thanking my friend internally for inviting me to the party. I didn’t notice it before but it was good to be back having fun with random people I just met by accident.

We never painted by the numbers, baby

But we were making it count

You know the greatest loves of all time are over now

I guess you never know, never know

And it's another day waking up alone

I was crying over the animation we just finished watching. It was a kid’s movie, why did they have to make the final so realistic? Andrew was trying to console me while trying to hold in his laughter. I playfully hit him for making fun of me. He was now apologizing for laughing and wiping off my tears. “Come on now, it’s just a movie. I’m sure they are alright in their universe, their ending just helped them through their journey. It was not the end of their journey,” he consoled me. I was starting to calm down. My head was resting on his chest making his shirt wet. Hearing his heartbeat calmed me down a bit. His hands were running through my hair. I was now on the verge of falling asleep. Whispering: “I guess so…” was the last thing I remembered before drifting off to sleep.

All this socializing and booze were starting to exhaust me. I needed to go off to the balcony and maybe if I could find a smoker ask for a cigarette. I wore my coat and stepped outside to the balcony. I was not ready to see who I was then. He didn’t look different at all, he looked all too similar. His hair had grown out a little longer, just as I had seen in the pictures. His face hadn’t changed a bit. It was the same old face I was too similar to. His expression when he saw me however was not a familiar one, I couldn’t figure out what he was feeling or thinking. I tensed at the unknown part of a human I knew very well. I eased down a bit at the sympathetic smile he put on as his shock wore off.

I persist and resist the temptation to ask you

If one thing had been different

Would everything be different today?

“Do you think we would find each other if we hadn’t met already?” I blurted out. I found myself asking these peculiar questions almost every day. They were just floating around my head. These questions weren’t something I would normally ask, they mostly stayed inside my head, but I had discovered on a drunken rumble that Andrew and I could have these kinds of absurd conversations and they would be really enjoyable as well. “I would like to think so, even if it isn’t true. If I have to be brutally honest, I think we would find each other in any life, as worms, as penguins… We just-would.”

I was afraid to step forward for a moment. Rush I felt in my heart was exaggerated by the alcohol in my system. I was glad he was not as uncapable of moving as me. “Hi,” he said almost in a whispered tone. “Umm, hey… hi,” was my muttered response. “Out for a smoke brake?” he reminded me how much he still knew about me. “Yeah, but unfortunately I don’t have my packet with me, I was hoping to steal of one from a stranger but I guess an old friend will do.” I took  one from the packet he was offering me. He offered me his lighter then lit it up himself. The tension was there bigger than ever, he was waiting for me to inhale the smoke so he could put his lighter back in his pocket. Now we were avoiding each other’s eyes, I was avoiding the eyes I still longed to be mesmerized by. “I’m glad I got to see you, you know, I-I missed you,” he muttered the last words. “It’s good we can be civilized because I missed you as well,” I said as I found the courage to look into his eyes once more. We didn’t say much afterwards just filled in each other about what we missed. Something had changed I realized but the caring feelings were still there, mutually. I was really glad about that.

We were something, don't you think so?

Rosé flowing with your chosen family

And it would've been sweet

If it could've been me

We were having dinner with his childhood friends. That weekend I met his family and people he called family. I had the sense this was not a pastime relationship but a strong one, a kind that would bruise really bad afterwards but the feeling I had there was making it really had to care for the future and the possibilities. Dinner was going real well and I could make his friends laugh. He looked at me reassuringly after every joke I made, he smiled encouragingly after every opinion I put forward. He had a beautiful friend group, educated and fun, I understood the importance of them to him. I acted like it. He held my hand under the table and filled my cup with rose wine whenever I wished more. When I was helping out with the dishes, his friend told me he was glad that we were happy and we could make each other feel real love. I didn’t understand why he would say it at that moment especially when we couldn’t even admit to ourselves just yet but I’m greatful that he did. Because, afterall that night when we were making our bed in the guest room of his friend’s house we finally admitted.

I don’t know whether I am disappointed or not that we didn’t talk much after we went into the party but I felt like I got the closure I neede to. We were civil and friends just knew a bit more about each other than the other’s at the party. It would’ve been sweet if we could have been together but it was far gone in the past.

[seita]

the contract girlfriend | semi eita (m.)

˒ pairing: semi eita/reader ˒ genre: angst, fluff, smut ˒ wordcount: 𝟺𝟹𝟹𝟷 ˒ tags: friends2lovers, fake dating, musician!eita ˒ cw: dirty talk, loss of virginity, virgin kink if u squint: sweet talking, pet names, mean girl ex, mutual pining, unrequited love(?), angst with a happy ending, UNEDITED

+ note: this is a collab along with the other writers for the kkc! i would also like to thank @bokutobabie​ 𝖿for her help with this plot bc it was kickin’ my ass.

˖˖ summary: when he was an unknown musician, his girlfriend left him. now that he’s made it, he wants to make her jealous at a fancy party so he can get her back.unfortunately, he asks you to be his fake date. the downside? you have a very real crush on him.

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“I have a proposition,” is never a sentence you want to hear when you sit down to lunch with your best friend. Especially when that friend is Semi Eita. 

“What..?” you ask apprehensively, taking the cup of coffee he’d obviously gotten to bribe you. You took it regardless, not willing to pass up the offer of free coffee.

“Nana is gonna be at the party this weekend,” he muttered, swirling his fingertips around the rim of his cup. You felt your heart drop into the pit of your stomach at his words, “I want you to come and pretend to be my date.”

Just as you’d expected. Not something you wanted to hear.

Nana was Eita’s first love, his first serious relationship, really. They got together when he was fresh out of highschool, the two of them spending almost all of their time together. 

It was when his career as a musician was just beginning, he was playing small gigs and there was nothing really successful. But he was happy. And he thought she was too.

Until she dumped him in favor of a much more famous man. He was a big movie producer and offered her a leading role in an upcoming film. Of course, she took the offer. 

She would much rather be mingling with the rich and famous than be hanging out with “a nobody like him”, as she put it. You remembered the hurt Eita felt, the tears and heartbreak it took almost 3 years for him to get over. 

“Why?” you finally asked with a sigh, “What will that accomplish?”

“Well if she gets jealous, she might want to get back with me,” he grinned impishly, shrugging his shoulders like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You recognized the look in his eyes, one of determination. So you sighed, nodding your head, “Alright, I’ll be your date.”

He beamed, uttering out endless thanks to you as you went on with your lunch until he decided to go back to the studio. He slipped his hat on low, making sure his mask was in place before hugging your goodbye and leaving you sitting alone at the table. 

You sighed, downing the last of your coffee. Your spirits were low; you had no idea what to expect from this party. 

Would she fall for it and run back into his arms now that he had had his big breakthrough and became mainstream? She surely must have known by now; his band was already breaking records, wracking up fans by the thousands, his songs were being played on the radio. 

Maybe now that he was famous enough, she’d actually want to be with him. Not that she deserved him. And he didn’t deserve someone like that, either. He was too good for her, too good to be treated like that. 

You let out another sigh and stood up, grabbing your purse from the back of the chair.

This was going to be painful. You weren’t sure how you would cope with pretending to be his girlfriend all for the sake of him getting back with her. 

Surely your heart wouldn’t be able to take it.

Because as much as you tried to hide it, you were irrevocably in love with your best friend.

The entire getup was supplied to you by Eita; from the jewelry to the dress itself. You felt like a different person. Despite the fact he was your best friend, you hadn’t attended one of the big parties since his band’s breakout single. 

This particular party wasn’t in celebration of his band, but he was invited regardless so naturally he went. He was still enjoying the high life and was getting used to tasting fame. You were glad it hadn’t actually affected his personality. 

“You look nice today,” Tendou complimented with a breezy smile. He was nursing a glass of champagne, which was uncharacteristic to say the least. He had always been more of a whiskey kind of guy.

“Thanks,” you shrugged, “I’m not really a fan of this kind of thing.”

“I know,” he grinned, “You look terribly uncomfortable, that’s why I came over to be such a good pal and keep you company while your darling boyfriend is off galavanting with the people!”

You rolled your eyes, “He’s not my boyfriend, Satori.”

He giggled, taking glee in your embarrassment, “But you wish he was.”

“Are you already drunk?” you raise a brow, making him snicker.

Someone called his name from the crowd and he flashed you a knowing grin, “Eita may be too dim to see it, but the rest of us aren’t!”

You pout and find yourself alone once again. Looking around, you search for your ‘boyfriend’. Suddenly, a heavy arm falls across your shoulders and the familiar scent of his cologne reaches your nose. 

“Hey, babygirl,” he coos, making your heart skip a beat at the pet name. He sounds so fond and you feel yourself smiling before he busts out laughing, shaking his head before letting his arm fall from your shoulders, “That’s just so weird. I dunno if I’ll be able to get through this tonight,” Ouch. “Anyway, Nana just arrived so…” he takes your hand but you can’t bring yourself to smile as you feel the ache in your heart at his words.

If he takes note of your deflated behavior, he doesn’t say anything, merely leading you over to the balcony. You breathe in the fresh air and feel the ache in your chest dull.

“Eita? Is that you?” a perky voice makes you cringe. 

“Nana,” Eita breathes, tugging you against his side as she breaks through the crowd to stand in front of the two of you.

Her smile promptly disappears at the sight of you crowded in Eita’s arms.

“Eita...who’s this?” she asks, a smile returning but you can tell it’s plastic. 

You remembered everything you had gone over with him before the party; the two of you had sat down for a few hours to sort out your story and rules. It had felt like you were making a binding contract with him when you told him no kissing on the lips. It was your only stipulation and you swore you saw a brief downward tug of his lips when you told him before he beamed and readily agreed. 

Maybe you were imagining that disappointment in his eyes too. 

“This is my girlfriend, _____,” Eita introduced, giving your arm an affectionate squeeze.

“Oh,” she gave you a strained smile and held out her hand for you to shake. When you slipped your hand into hers, she gave it a tense squeeze that made you flinch, “I’m Nana, Eita’s ex.”

“I’ve uh…” you cleared your throat and pulled your hand away, “I’ve heard stories about you.”

“All good I’m sure,” she replied flippantly before setting her sights on him once more, “We should totally catch up, you know? Reminisce about the good old times~”

The sultry, flirtatious undertone made your skin crawl. Even if you weren’t really dating, she thought you were and for her to not respect that made you angry. But still, Eita pulled away and placed a kiss against your temple that set your heart ablaze.

“Sure, why not?” he grinned and gave your hand a squeeze, “You go have some fun, sweetheart. I’ll catch up with you later.”

You gave him a hollow wave as he quickly vanished into the crowd without a second glance your way. You knew this was the end goal but still, to see him walking away hurt. A sense of rejection was seeded within you and you felt your spirits slowly being crushed. 

It took all your power to continue on with the party until it felt acceptable to leave. Throughout the party, you kept getting glances of the two of them. 

Eita wore a serene smile, his eyes sparkling as he looked at her. Whenever she looked at him with a flirtatious smile and a subtle caress, you felt jealousy pool in the core of your stomach. You wanted to march over there and scream “he’s mine!”. But you couldn’t, because he wasn’t really yours. 

He was only pretending to be yours so he could have her. 

Your phone vibrated as you downed your final glass of wine, making you look at the screen with a frown.

“I’m heading to Nana’s apartment for the night! See if Satori can give you a ride home, thanks for the help!!”

Your jaw ached from how hard you were forcing yourself to keep from crying. When you tried to find the elusive redhead, you found he was drunk and dancing with two girls so you decided to leave him be and simply call an Uber. 

For just a short time, you had simply been a contract girlfriend for him to use. Though you knew it was fake, it still felt so nice to be called his. 

So you went home, removing your expensive clothing like Cinderella after the ball and decided to relax on the couch. It was only a little past midnight when you got out of the shower, turning on the TV to watch whatever late night nonsense was playing. 

Eita thought that being with Nana again would be everything he wanted. But as he laid beside her, her head resting on his naked chest, strangely all he could think of was you. 

When he asked you to pretend to be his date, he hadn’t thought of the possibility of how it would really feel. Sure, he had touched you before, naturally. Sometimes he hugged you and held your hand. But that night, when he placed the kiss against your head, the way your eyes lit up in response had his heart stuttering when he thought back to it. 

Truth be told, when you told him he couldn’t kiss you he felt so...disappointed. He had thought of assigning the same rule but decided against it at the last moment, secretly thinking about how nice it may feel to kiss you. 

He had quickly dashed that though because of how wrong it was to think of you like that. 

Yet there he was, thinking of you with his ex girlfriend back in his arms again.

“Eita?” Nana asked, lifting her head to look drowsily at him, “Are you okay?”

“Um...yeah,” he clears his throat, “I should probably get going.”

“Why?” she whines, “Don’t worry about her.”

“Huh? Who?” he asks, confused.

She giggles and clings to his arm, “Your girlfriend! She doesn’t have to know!”

His heart ached at those words -- true, you weren’t really dating but he felt like he had done something wrong. And for some reason Nana’s blatant disregard that he had cheated with her made him nauseous.

“I...I just want to see if she made it home safely,” he gave her a tight lipped smile and picked up his phone. 

She rested against the pillow, head propped up on her hand as she watched him dial you. When you didn’t answer, he gave a frustrated sigh and dialed Satori instead. 

It rang a few times before the slurred voice of his best friend answered, “H-Hey man, what’s up?”

“Satori, did you drop _____ off okay?” Eita asked.

The redhead made a confused sound over the line, “What’re you talkin’ about? She never asked me to take her anywhere.”

“What?” Eita frowned, “Did you see her leave the party?”

“Gotta tell ya, man, I wasn’t watchin’ her,” Tendou replied, a feminine giggle in the background making Eita frown, “Wasn’t that supposed to be your job?”

Eita sighed, shaking his head, “Alright, dude, just...let me know if you hear from her.”

“Hah? Why would she call me?” Satori chuckled, “Why don’t you just check on her? Better safe than sorry...I mean, she’s a cute girl, you never know what kinda scoundrels were eyeing her in that pretty little dress tonight. If i was a less honorable friend, she would be the one in my bed right now!”

Eita scoffed and hung up as his friend started cackling gleefully over the line. Eita stood up, shaking off Nana’s grabby hands as he slipped his jeans back on.

“You’re not going back to her, are you?” she pouted.

Eita sighed, “I gotta check on her. No one knows where she went off to.”

“She’s a big girl, c’mon Eita~” she purred, letting the sheet fall from her bare body as she crawled towards him.

He shook his head and threw his shirt on, grabbing his keys off of her dresser before moving to the door, “I gotta see her.”

He ignored her obnoxious whining as he bolted out the door. Any sleepiness that was in his system had evaporated at the worry he felt over you. 

The drive to your apartment was quick enough, it went by in a blur. He took two steps at a time up to your place on the 3r floor, not patient enough to wait for the elevator. 

The knock on your door made you jump. Throwing the pillow you held in your lap aside, you checked through the peephole to see a familiar head of sandy blonde hair. 

Pulling the door opened, you looked at him with wide eyes, “Eita? Aren’t you supposed to be with--”

“I couldn’t get a hold of you,” he breathed, stepping past you to enter your living room.

“And?” you laughed, shrugging your shoulders.

“I got worried! Why didn’t you go home with Satori?” he sighed, sitting on your couch with a huff.

You chuckled again, though it was humorless, “He looked like he was having fun, I didn’t want to impose.”

He sighs and relaxes against the couch. As you sit next to him, for a second things feel normal. 

You almost feel okay, as if you could forget about everything happening. It’s so easy to forget your crush on your best friend and the fact he wanted to be with another woman. 

It was easy to forget it all until it came rushing back into your face in the form of Nana. 

You and Eita were having a lunch date, as was normal for the two of you. Unfortunately, amid his retelling of a story you had heard a million times over, she showed up with an obnoxious screech of his name.

“Eita!” she squealed and rushed over to him, throwing her arms around his shoulders. 

You let out a soft sigh, your eyes falling to your half-finished plate.

“Nana…” he greeted, eyes wide in shock, “H-How did you find me? What’re you doing here?”

“I wanted to see you, silly!” she chirped, taking a seat in his lap in a way that was far too comfortable. Suddenly, her gaze shifted to you and the smile vanished off of her face, “Oh, you’re here.”

“Nana…” Eita sighed but didn’t make any move to get off of him.

“What? I thought you were going to break up with her?” she whined loudly, making your cheeks burn as people looked over at the two of you, “You said you were going to dump her!”

“I--” Eita started.

“You should go,” Nana grinned at you, shrugging her shoulders as she hugged Eita closer to her, “Seriously, he’s mine now. He was fucking me at that party instead of you.”

Although nothing about your relationship that night was real, the humiliation you felt at that very moment was. She was smug that she had gotten your boyfriend to cheat on you and was making a spectacle of her victory. 

Biting your lip, you reached behind you to grab your purse, “I-I’ll see you later, Eita.”

“______ wait!” he called but you were already rushing towards the entrance. 

You had no idea that he was hot on your heels until you reached your apartment. You went to close it only for the foot to intercept it. Looking over your shoulder, you found Eita panting before he was pushing the door open completely.

“_____ I--” he paused, “Why are you crying?”

“I am?” you wiped under your eyes and frowned when you felt the moisture there, promptly wiping it away, “Sh-She completely made a fool of me, Eita. I don’t know what you ever saw in her and I don’t know why I helped you get back with her.”

“I know, look…” he ran a hand through his already messed up hair, “I feel the same, alright? I’m sorry I pulled you into all this, _____, I really am. Alright, I told her to get lost.”

You sighed and took a seat on your couch, “She only wanted you back because you’re famous now. You know that right?”

He chuckled and sat down, nodding his head, “I guess I was just...hoping for something I guess.”

“What?” you asked.

He shrugged, “I don’t really remember anymore,” he confessed. 

“Well,” you didn’t quite know what to say, simply leaning back on the couch to appear relaxed, “I always wondered why you didn’t date after her anyway.”

He shrugged once more. How was he meant to say that he didn’t want anyone impeding on his time with you? 

“I guess...no one really came along, you know?”

You nodded, “I guess it’s the same for me.”

He snorted, “You’ve never even dated anyone before.”

“You don’t have to bring that up!” you whined, playfully shoving his shoulder.

He laughed, melodic and pretty, “I think it’s cute. What’s your story then?”

“Eita, we’ve been friends since high school, you know everything about me,” you smiled, feeling your cheeks warm at the soft look he was giving you.

“Yeah but…” he bit his lip, fingers inching closer towards you, “You’re...pretty and sweet. There’s plenty of good looking guys around me that have tried flirting with you before. Hell, Satori even said he was into you.”

You smiled and shook your head, “No, none of them are right…”

“Who is right then?” he asked, unable to hide the hopefulness in his voice.

“Eita…” the smile falls from your lips, your heart hammering in your chest as he moved closer towards you, “I…”

“Hm?” he hummed, his nose brushing against yours, breath fanning over your lips.

“I...I won’t regret this, will I?” you asked. 

His breathing stuttered against your skin and he shook his head, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek, “You won’t.”

After those words left his mouth, he brought your lips to his in a sweet kiss that was perfect for a first. You could tell he was experienced, knowing exactly how to move. 

There was something sweet lingering on his tongue that you found utterly addictive. 

You wish you could find it strange or even scary to wind up in bed with your best friend. The fact your entire relationship was going to be changing should have concerned you but all you felt was anticipation. 

He hovered over your body, the two of you stripping your clothes with unhurried ease. His body was firm from working out, a habit he never let go of from his time as a volleyball player. 

His hands were calloused and warm as they touched your body, caressing your breasts in a way no one ever had. The feeling of him thumbing over your nipples had your back arching in arousal, your panties becoming soaked embarrassingly fast. 

He was hard and throbbing in his jeans, the constricting material almost painful but all he really cared about in that moment was seeing all of you. 

Hooking his thumbs into the band of your panties, he pulled the material down. He cursed under his breath at the strings of slick that attached to the fabric. 

“You’re so wet,” he breathed, licking his lips as he tossed your panties over his shoulder to be lost somewhere in your room. 

“Sh-Shut up, don’t tease me…” you mumble, feeling embarrassed by your body’s own reaction to him.

He smiles, pressing a soft kiss against your knee, “I’m not, baby. It’s sweet...I love knowing you react so honestly to me.”

“Eita…” you whined, reaching up to cover your face as he spread your legs.

“Hmm?” he bites his lip, sliding two fingers between your folds to spread them apart. 

Your hole clenched around nothing, drooling more slick for him to gather on his fingertips. He used it to rub smooth circles around your clit, the sweet moan that fell from your lips at the pleasure he so easily gave you. 

“I’ll get you nice and prepped, baby,” he cooed, the nickname making your heart soar. 

You were so wet, making it easy for him to slide two thick fingers into your pretty cunt. You clamped down tight around the digits, making his cock throb at the mere thought of what that would feel like around his hard cock. 

Twisting his wrist, he crooked his fingers up to hit your sweet spot, his thumb coming up to circle around your clit. The inexperience of your body made it so easy for him to bring you to the edge. 

You had never felt this, no one had ever touched you so intimately so your body was more reactive than ever. 

Reaching down, you wrapped your hand around his wrist, meeting his gaze with wide eyes. He smiled, capturing his bottom lip between his teeth.

“You cumming?” he asked, though he could very easily feel your walls spasming around him. 

Still, you nodded, mouth falling open but no sound escaping, “E-Eita…”

“C’mon, baby,” he groaned, fasting his pace to fuck your dripping cunt. The sounds were wet, lewd and if you were with anyone else you would have been completely ashamed. But it was Eita, the person you trusted the most in the world. He groaned as your body began to quake, “Let it go, pretty girl. Cum for me, that’s it.”

At his encouragement, you released with a shrill whine of his name. He eagerly fucked your gushing cunt through the high, only slowing when your back met the bed again. 

Pulling his fingers from your hole, he was mindful of your sensitivity. He still couldn’t resist placing a fleeting kiss against your throbbing clit before sitting up to meet you for another heated kiss. 

Your body was still trembling as you wrapped your arms around his neck, your thighs spread open around his waist. His clothed cock hovered above your sensitive core and he made sure the rough material of his jeans didn’t make contact.

“Please, Eita, c-can we…?” you asked, biting your lip, too embarrassed to utter the words.

He smiled and nodded, brushing some hair behind your ear before sitting up to discard the remaining clothing on his person. His skin was pretty, tanned and built. His cock reached his navel, dripping precum down the length which he used to easily slick his cock up with his fist. 

The sight of your best friend jerking himself off over your naked, trembling body felt beyond taboo. But it only made you more eager to have him. 

“Please, Eita...I want you,” you breathed. 

He flashed you a smile and sat up on his knees, sliding the dripping tip between your folds. Brushing past your clit, you whined at the sensitivity. 

“It might hurt a bit, pretty baby,” he whispered, positioning himself at your entrance. 

You had already guessed it. He was big just by looking at him. But nothing compared to when he began to sink into you -- that’s when his size really became apparent. 

“Ah, Eita!” you whined, digging your nails into his shoulders.

He hissed but didn’t stop you, eyes falling to where his cock was steadily stretching you open. When he got halfway in, he pulled back until the head remained within your clasping walls. With an experienced roll of his hips, he pushed his cock back in, this time easily bottoming out. 

“Fuck!” you squealed, back arching. 

He could feel you gushing, dripping down his balls. There wasn’t a single sign of pain in your features so he quickly began to move, the both of you riled up and eager to have each other completely. 

Everything felt so right, so sweet. Having him in your arms made you feel so happy. 

“You’re mine now, baby,” he groaned, burying his face in your neck, “All mine. N-No more, fuck, of this friend shit...I love you.”

“Eita,” you whined, tears pricking your eyes as you hugged him tightly against you, “I love you too. P-Please make me cum.”

“Fuck, I’ll get you there, baby,” he promised, reaching between your bodies to find your clit. Your walls immediately clamped tight around him as he played with your little bud, “C’mon. Cum for me. I wanna feel you cream, pretty baby. Can you do that for me? Show me how good this cock makes you cum.”

His filthy words, whispered in his sweet, deep voice were enough to throw you over the edge. As you squeezed around him, trembling and gushing through the amazing orgasm, he spilled within you. A soft whimper of your name fell from his lips as his balls throbbed, cock spitting out load after load until you were so filled, it dripped from your cunt. 

Finally, the both of you stilled. He leaned back to look in your eyes, tucking some damp hair behind your ear before pecking your lips. 

“I meant it, you really are mine now,” he said.

You nodded, “You’re all mine too.”

“Well,” he gave you a teasing grin, “You have to share me with my millions of adoring fans.”

“Don’t be so full of yourself,” you giggled, biting your lip as he pulled out, “You have thousands at most.”

“Oh, way to bruise a guy’s ego,” he laughed.

You were grateful to have him, everything with him was so easy. Everything between you was fine, perfect even. And you didn’t have to worry about ever losing him to another girl again.

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Best Friend’s Brother - Chris Evans x Reader (Part 2)

Summary: You and Scott have been best friends ever since you were 10, meeting at summer camp. Being best friends with Scott means you know his family very well. Especially his older brother. After a failed attempt at dating Chris when you were 18, when you move to LA for a job will you and Chris grow close again? What would the world think? and most importantly what would Scott think?

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Language, smidge of fluff, alcohol consumption, slow burn.

You were grateful that thanks to your increased workload, you hadn’t had another run in with Chris since Halloween. Even since the party Chris found his way into your thoughts more and more often. You were either reminiscing about the year you spent together or fantasied about if you were together now. You had no clue where all these thoughts were coming from, what you and Chris had wasn’t a proper adult relationship, you were kids.

When you broke up it hurt initially yes, of course it would. But when you got over the initial hurt and moved on the feelings you had for him went away. Whenever you were around him since it was awkward yes, but you were still friends, good friends. There wasn’t a hint of anything other than friendship.

So all these thoughts were sending you into a tailspin. Being busy gave you time to get your head straight so that your stomach wasn’t in knots whenever you thought of him. To the point that you were no longer dreading going to the Evans New Year’s Eve party.

Well you always dreaded new year’s, specifically the new year’s kiss especially when you were still hopelessly single. At least you weren’t dreading it because of Chris.

You decided to wear a deep blue sequin off the shoulder skater dress. Keeping your hair and makeup simple but sophisticated. You knew it was going to be a long night, a reason why you’d decided not to drink too much tonight. The other reason was that you wanted to keep your head straight around Chris.

Once again you arrived fashionably late, a fact Scott took great pleasuring in reminding you.

“So you didn’t bring a hot boy to kiss at midnight?” Scott smirks making you rolls your eyes at him.

“Scott you know better than anyone else, I am painfully, painfully single” you laugh.

Scott laughs alongside you as you walk towards the bar.

“Well don’t worry you won’t be the only one without a midnight kiss” he tells you making you whip round to face him.

“What happened to you and Steve?” You ask shocked.

Scott laughs at you shaking his head “not me! I’m in a loving and committed relationship I’ll have you know! I meant Chris” Scott exclaims nodding behind you.

You turn to see Chris sat on the couch looking over at you as he chats with some friends. You feel the lump in your throat return alongside your stomach doing somersaults. You quickly turn back to face Scott to avoid the feeling getting worse.

“I thought he was dating that girl from Halloween, Karen?” You ask.

Scott shakes his head as he passes you a drink “oh Kristy? nah he went on like one date with her and never spoke of her again, got the feeling he did it out of courtesy more than anything” Scott says correcting you.

You knew you’d gotten the name wrong, you did it on purpose. You didn’t want to seem like you’d remember such a small detail and seem more interested than you wanted to let on. You were curious as to why he’d gone on a date with a girl he wasn’t that interested in.

You stuck by Scott for the majority of the night, avoiding any potential run ins.

“So new year resolutions, what habit are you say you’re gonna break but never actually do?” Scott asks as the two of you grabbed some food from the kitchen.

“Oh god I have no clue, I could go with the cliche eat healthier but that’s a bit boring” you laugh popping some food into your mouth sitting on the kitchen island.

“What about you?” You ask Scott nudging him with your foot.

He leans up against the island next to you looking up in thought.

“Hmm I dunno, you took the obvious one” Scott says rubbing his chin.

“What you two talking about?” Chris says walking over grabbing some food from the platter beside you. You felt your breath hitch when you caught a whiff of his cologne.

“New year’s resolutions particularly the ones we say but never actually do” Scott explains as Chris leans up against the side opposite you.

“Oh okay, my fake never actually gonna do one is um, lose weight” Chris says earning a slap in the stomach from Scott.

“Bullshit you don’t need to lose weight! What’s your actual one then?” Scott laughs shoving Chris for good measure.

“Whoa wait hold up, let’s hear yours first!” Chris says nodding over to you and Scott.

“Alright that’s fair, mine is to go out of my comfort zone take more roles that I’m nervous about” Scott answers.

They both then look at you waiting to hear your answer.

“Oh alright my turn, um okay let me think” you say desperately trying to wrack your brain for a good one.

“Um I guess, try and find a good balance between work and life, give myself some time to find someone, hopefully the one” you answer fiddling with the hem of your dress nervously.

When they don’t say anything you glance up and see Chris smiling warmly over at you.

“Same” Chris says making you look over at him confused.

“I want to take more control over my life, give myself some space so I know what I want and go for it” he elaborates not taking his eyes off of you.

You clear your throat hoping to rid yourself of the lump that had once again returned. Taking a sip of your drink when it fails to go.

You were struggling to stick to your plan of not drinking too much.

Thankfully it was nearly midnight, so everyone started gathering in the living room to watch the countdown. In the crowd you’d gotten separated from Scott. As it entered the last minute you still hadn’t found him, so you gave up looking and got ready to count in the new year.

In the last 15 seconds you felt someone coming to stand by your side. Glancing up you see Chris beer bottle in hand smiling down at you.

You didn’t have much time to process anything as everyone started counting down.

“10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1! Happy new year!” Everyone cheered holding their drinks up in the air.

“Happy new year (Y/N)” Chris smiles.

“Happy new year Chris” you smile.

He knocks his beer bottle against yours.

“To our hopefully successful resolutions” he says.

“To our resolutions” you agree the both of you taking a sip of your drinks not taking your eyes off each other.

Chris looked like he was about to say something, but you were ambushed by Scott and all the other Evans’ all wishing you a happy new year.

“Right I feel like I’m in the mood for karaoke” Scott says making everyone groan.

“Oh c’mon its tradition” Scott says moving to set it all up not listening to everyone protests.

The protests quickly died down when the party picked up almost everyone joining in to sing songs together.

You and Scott got up to sing summer nights together, you singing John Travolta’s part and Scott singing Olivia Newton John’s part. Making everyone laugh, Chris was laughing hysterically slapping his knee and chest.

After you were done you moved to go get a refill. You grab a beer from the fridge holding the cool bottle against your skin savouring the cool feeling against your hot skin. When you re-joined the party you look for a quiet corner to avoid the heat of the party, so you could continue to cool down. You see not many people were stood by the piano in the corner, so you decided to go rest over there. While you sat you observed the rest of the party, you could see everyone enjoying themselves, people were chatting, couples dancing and kissing.

As you sat you couldn’t help but think back over the events that happened tonight. You couldn’t help but look for the double meaning behind all of them. When Chris told you his resolution, why did it feel like he was speaking about you? Why did he join you for the countdown? He could have just stood by himself, what was he going to say before his family interrupted. You couldn’t help but wonder what this party would be like if you were in together. You started thinking back to all the different events in your life and wondered how they would be different. How different your life would have been if things between you and Chris worked out.

“Hey, you gonna sing us a song?” Scott calls grabbing your attention.

“Huh?” You ask confused looking over at Scott.

“Play us something! C’mon” Scott says nodding over to the piano you were sat at.

“No Scott I was just sat here that’s all” you say waving your hands to dismiss the idea.

“No c’mon you’re great at playing piano, and we both know you can sing” Scott says loudly.

Everyone else at the party had begun to notice your conversation and began joining in to convince you to play something.

“Urgh fine!” You complain putting your drink to the side and turning to face the piano.

You take a deep breath stealing your nerves, you’d never played in front of so many people.

You were really regretting not drinking more tonight, you could use some liquid courage right now.

Knowing it was now or never you start playing the only song that came to mind.

“I’m doing good I’m on some new shit, saying yes instead of no” you sang eliciting laughter and cheers from everyone.

You couldn’t help but smile as you sang gaining confidence.

“I guess you never know, never know, and if you wanted me you really shoulda showed, and if you never bleed your never gonna grow but it’s alright now” you continue singing really getting into the song, the room falling silent around you.

“But we were something don’t you think so, roaring twenties tossing pennies in the pool and if my wishes came true, it woulda been you” you sing glancing out into the room noticing Chris watching you leaning against the couch.

You shake your head and focus back onto the song. Focusing on the song and nothing else.

You mind did flick to Chris when you reached the bridge of the song making you pause slightly.

“I, persist and resist the temptation to ask you if one thing had been different” you sing pausing again as the next line caught in your throat.

“Would everything be different today” you finish hoping the small crack in your voice wasn’t noticeable.

“Cause we were something don’t you think so, rosé flowing with your chosen family, and its woulda been sweet if it woulda been me, in my defence I have none, for never leaving well enough alone, but it would have been fun, if you would have been the one” you finish taking a few deep breaths as you calm your nerves.

You hear the party erupt in cheers around you and you feel Scott shaking your shoulders in delight. You laugh slightly but as you turn to face Scott your eyes fall onto Chris. He was sat with his eyes crossed, brows furrowed in thought. When his eyes met yours, they were unreadable. His jaw clenched before standing up and moving into the kitchen. Leaving you to wonder what he was thinking.

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One of Us

Title: One of Us

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen (anime)

Pairing: Nanami Kento x Reader

Genre: Angst to fluff

Fic Summary: You return to Tokyo where you are reunited with the man who broke your heart a decade ago

Rating: T

A/N: my first Nanami fic!!! I love him so much. Just a simple one-shot about rekindling your love after being apart with a fluffy ending. Yes, the title is an ABBA reference, no I will not be taking any questions on it at this time. If you'd like to read this on AO3 then you can here otherwise the fic is below the cut. Let me know what you thought!!!

I’m lucky that I came back during the spring, you thought to yourself, as you meandered around campus. The cherry blossoms were in full bloom, and pink petals danced around your ankles with every step. Even the scent infused itself into the air, carrying a bittersweet undertone to it as you reminisced about your time here as a student. The sound of chalk on the board; the feel of the grass against your cheek as you hit the ground during training; the look on Nanami’s face when he rejected you and this world. It had been spring then too.

“You’re here!” trust Gojo to spoil a melancholy moment. You rolled your eyes playfully, accepting the hair ruffling from your upperclassman with weak jabs back at him.

“Gojo, stop” you laughed “we’re not kids anymore.”

“Says who?” he pulled away, adjusting the black blindfold over his eyes “you still look the same.” He teased, patting your head for emphasis. You still came up a whole head shorter than him and then some.

“You don’t” you retorted “you look old. What are you, like 40?”

“What?! You know I’m not” he whined. He was so easy to wind up sometimes. You half listened to him as he complained to you, citing his skin care routine and the regular comments he got about how youthful he looked before nudging him teasingly. The two of you walked back down the path towards the main building, feeling the nostalgia seep into your bones softly.

“You really haven’t changed” you said with a smirk “still vain as ever.”

“And you’re still as sharp tongued as ever.” He sighed, putting an arm around you “still. I’m glad you’re back. I’ve been waiting for an excuse to throw a party.”

“You’re a lightweight, Gojo” you said, remembering the time he had snuck in vodka during the winter of his final year. He had wanted to show off and ended up throwing up after two shots, before he passed out in the same pile of vomit. He had never snuck in alcohol again.

“You’re not, I remember you and Nanami having a drinking contest one time.”

“It wasn’t a drinking contest. We were just having wine and cheese. It was a very civilised affair.”

“You must have done a lot of that kind of thing in Europe.”

“Not really” you shrugged “it’s not really something to do when you’re alone.” You didn’t mean to sound so sad, but it wasn’t easy to hide, especially from a man with Six Eyes. You were glad he didn’t press you on it, instead opting to blabber on about how great his new first year students were, and his unmatched skill as a teacher. Gojo always seemed to walk the line between being insufferable and incredible. Nanami had often winced whenever he heard Gojo start a new tangent, and you would rub his back reassuringly. It became an unspoken gesture between the two of you. When you’d failed at mastering a new cursed technique, Nanami would be there to hand you a tissue for your bloodied nose and rub soothing circles on your back. Maybe that’s why your final moment together was so sad. You’d told him you loved him, and he told you that he wanted nothing to do with sorcery in exchange for a normal, human life. He’d left you crying, and the absence of his palm on your back made you feel colder and more alone than ever.

“…so the official party is at 7 but the real party will start after. Are you listening?”

“Official party at 7. Real party after.” You repeated “I’ll wear something that can suit both.”

You had wanted to ask Gojo if Nanami was going to be there, but you held your tongue instead. You hadn’t heard anything from him after you two had split ways, with him becoming a salary man and you going abroad to conduct research. You already knew that if you asked, you’d be met with disappointment. Still, perhaps it was better this way. You might actually be able to relax tonight and remember what social interaction felt like. You wouldn’t have to worry about what to say if you saw him there, or overthink the black dress you were planning on wearing tonight. You’d heard that even Utahime was going to be there. You owed it to everyone making an effort for you, to be present and gracious.

The nerves were still there of course. You were happy to see the small collection of former classmates and teachers there, and excited to catch up. It was strange to think of how close you all were once and then you’d left and avoided talking to anyone beyond a few words at a time. Now, the bonds between you were a little rusty but still strong. It calmed the butterflies in your stomach to know that everyone still accepted you, though Utahime scolded you for it. Your eyes kept lingering at the door, in anticipation of him entering the room with a curt apology about his lateness but then you’d catch yourself and internally reprimand your actions.

“You’ve always been too tough on yourself” Utahime said, sipping her tea knowingly.

“Sorry” you apologised lamely, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

She huffed at you “stop apologising, it’s not your fault that men are idiots.” She eyed Gojo, who was trying to impersonate Yoshinobu, and sighed deeply. It made you smile.

“Thanks” you wanted to say something more but the lack of social interaction over the many years constricted your words. You didn’t even know what to say, let alone how to physically say it. Utahime didn’t mind however and squeezed your shoulder.

“God, I can’t stand him” she said, pinching the skin between her eyebrows. You turned to see Gojo laughing obnoxiously at something.

“Still single too, I presume” you said.

“You know he could never be tied down and imagine that poor woman” she groaned “it’s best he stays single. Imagine if he procreated.” She shuddered, making you laugh.

Ieri joined the two of you, shaking her head at her co-worker’s antics “I’m glad you’re back” she said to you “being a woman in this line of work is hard enough, and then you have to deal with that.”

You smiled “I’m glad to be back, even if it’s a little hard sometimes.”

“You know” Ieri looked down at her drink that she had spiked “wounds take time to heal and it’s important to cover them, but you also have to take the bandages off at some point and let it breathe.”

“You’re wise as ever Ieri” you said.

“Hmmm I don’t think so” Utahime said, frowning “if she was so ‘wise’ then she’d quit smoking.” It prompted a whole conversation, part jokes, part argument between the two and then Gojo stepped in to see what was happening which led to him being verbally bullied by the two women as you watched on and laughed.

“You’re all being so mean to me considering I planned this party” Gojo said, mock snivelling “and the after party.”

“That’s true” you said, perking Gojo up instantly “thank you for inviting everyone.”

“We’re not done yet” he said, bringing a corner of his blindfold down to wink at you.

The after party was more chaotic than you had envisioned. Despite not drinking anything, Gojo still managed to scream-sing the lyrics to every song into the karaoke microphone, sometimes even trying to elongate certain sounds in an attempt to emulate Mariah Carey. Needless to say, Utahime was so irritated that she agreed to join Ieri outside while she smoked. You wandered over to the bar and pouring a generous amount of wine into your glass, feeling warm and happy for the first time in a long time. Of course, you knew that it was the alcohol primarily, but it had also been so long since you’d had fun. You were going to allow yourself to enjoy it.

“Didn’t you think I was soulful?” Gojo asked, his grin wide and satisfied like the Cheshire cat.

“Very” you said, watching out the corner of his eye as he poured himself a coke triumphantly “I didn’t even know some of those notes existed.”

He shrugged mock casually “sometimes it’s a curse to be so blessed.” You two continued to talk, laughing at the ridiculous things Gojo said as he sat on the bar stool next to you, leaning casually against the bar. He sat up quickly at one point, looking past you with rapt attention.

“What is it, boy?” you jokingly asked and when he didn’t answer quickly enough you turned to look behind you. There, standing cautiously at the door in a jacket and tie was Nanami.

“Finally,” you heard Gojo murmur but when you turned back to confront him, he had disappeared into thin air. You felt afraid to turn, knowing that Nanami had probably seen you. You felt your heart race in your chest. He was here. This wasn’t a dream or your imagination. The wine made your legs feel weak and shaky as you clumsily stood, pressing your hands down your dress to smooth it out. Your palms felt clammy as you did so. Downing the remainder of the wine in your glass was attractive, but you could already feel his presence near you.

“Nanami” you breathed out, swallowing nervously as you looked up at him. You had often thought about what would happen if you met again and you’d played the scenario in so many ways; one where you were cool and calm, another where you cracked a killer one liner; even one where you’d pull him in for a kiss that would ignite the flames of your relationship. Instead, you felt your nerves shoot through your body and you felt like a mess.

“Your hair” you said lamely, reaching a hand up before stopping yourself and letting your fingers curl into your palm in shame “it’s different.”

“Yes” he seemed taken aback by your sudden note on his appearance “I changed it a while ago.”

“It looks nice” you said, feeling warmth flood your cheeks at your pathetic comment “it suits you.” This wasn’t a lie. The shorter cut emphasised the sharpness of his cheekbones, which looked lethal in the dimmed lighting. He was taller too, if only by a little, and broader as well. You hadn’t anticipated that he’d look better after all this time. It made it hard to think coherently.

“Thank you” he said, “you look well too.” Disappointment already tinged in your stomach. He was just as strict with his feelings now as ever before. You both stood there awkwardly for a couple of seconds, wanting to speak and yet not at the same time.

“How’s normal life working out for you?” You asked, hoping your jovial tone would make things less tense.

“Oh. Well, it didn’t” he said, taking a seat on the barstool and pouring himself a glass of wine to join you “I tried to do it, but I couldn’t. Work is shit.”

Your surprised both you and he when you laughed “and what? This is the height of luxury?”

He smiled into his glass “no, it’s shit, as well but at least I’m better at it.” He raised his glass to you to clink “to this sorcery shit.” You smiled too, eagerly charging your glass to meet his. You watched him sip, allowing yourself to really look at him. Your eyes traced over his profile, drinking in the angles of his jawline and the elegant slope of his nose.

“I’m sure Europe was better” he said, making you snap out of your daze “at the very least, the food must have been delicious.”

“Oh, yeah” you said inattentively, thinking about evenings in foreign capitals where you fell asleep over your work with a half empty bowl of ramen next to you.

“It was interesting, and I learned a lot” you said, repeating what you had told everyone “I’m glad I’m home though.” You looked at him to gauge his reaction. His face was impassive as stone as he nodded. Dejected, you swirled the liquid around your glass, unsure of how to proceed.

“You were so adamant about leaving” you found yourself saying, the wine loosening your tongue “I’d never seen you so determined about something before.”

“I thought I knew everything back then” he sighed “I was so sure that I’d turn my back on this and work hard to maintain a normal life with a stable job, and money, and a family to provide for.”

You felt stunned “I didn’t know you wanted a wife and kids.”

He smiled without humour “well, something like that.” You watched wordlessly as he emptied the glass down his throat.

“I guess this line of work makes it hard to have those kinds of things.” You could picture Nanami in your head, in a dark suit and tie as he kissed his wife and child goodbye before going to work. He’d probably be good at it too. Firm but caring as he helped his child with their maths homework or opened a jar for his wife who would cook dinner for him every night. He’d dote on his family too, taking them to the beach and up the mountains or abroad. He’d probably keep a picture of them on his desk at work too. It pained you that he felt he couldn’t have that; let alone that you could never give him that.

He turned to look at you “well that and I knew I couldn’t tie you down like that.”

“Me?” you couldn’t have hidden your shock if you tried.

“You wanted a career” he said plainly “one that involved research into cursed objects and continuing to improve your skills and techniques. I didn’t want to take that away from you.”

“You didn’t even give me a choice” your throat felt hoarse as you grappled with this new truth “you just made that decision for me.” You stood up, feeling woozy on your tipsy legs but determined all the same to get away. You needed air, and the chance to absorb everything you’d heard. All these years you’d assumed he felt nothing for you, and you’d been so embarrassed and upset that you put yourself in self-exile because of it.

“Would you have gone with me if I asked?” he said, following you up the stairs and out of the basement of the bar. The night air was cold and crisp against your hot body.

“Would you really have given up everything because of me?”

“I did give up everything because of you.” You said, turning to clutch the sleeve of his beige blazer, feeling your heart palpitate as your knuckle brushed the skin of his hand. Tears pricked your eyes and you looked down, feeling the rush of emotions you had kept chained away in the shadows rear its head into the light.

“I’m sorry I realised it all too late” he said, and before you could think he had pulled you into a tight embrace. You fought against him at first, wanting to be angry with him for assuming things on your behalf and making you suffer so miserably for so long, but you couldn’t. You gave in, letting your tears blot onto his rich blue shirt. His tie tickled your cheek as he let you press your face into his chest like you used to. His hand automatically began to take small, gentle laps on your back. He whispered his apologies over and over again, finally pressing a tender kiss on the top of your head.

“Nanami” you mumbled, pulling away so you could look up at him. His eyes were piercing as they regarded you. One of his hands remained on your back, whilst the other came up to cup your cheek fondly.

“I love you” he said quietly, pink appearing in his cheeks as he admitted it to you “and I hope it’s not too late to say it, however I’d understand if you didn’t feel the same. I was awful to you.” He opened his mouth to say something else but stopped when you pressed a finger against his soft lips.

“Kento” you said, tasting the way his name sounded for the first time “I love you too.” He took it as permission to lean down, capturing your lips against his in a kiss that you had been dreaming of since you’d met. He was still cautious as always, not wanting to push you too much, but you couldn’t help but enthusiastically pull him closer, standing on the tips of your toes to be closer to him. You shivered when he opened his mouth to take your bottom lip between his own, sucking on the plump skin as you felt a whisper of wind snake around the two of you, depositing fallen petals on your shoulders like confetti.

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Memory of Your Lips: Chapter 4

A/N: Sorry guys for being MIA and coming out with this chapter so late. I was traveling and was having a hard time writing chapters so I hope you enjoy this new chapter it's a bit shorter and were getting closer to the chaos ;) Enjoy sweets!

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Chapter 4: Honored Moments

5 years ago…

"I got in!"

She was in his arms in a matter of seconds, he was wrapped around her, lifting her off the ground as if she was light as air.

"I did it. I got in!"

She continued her excited chants, her small arms wrapped tightly around his neck, her silky golden brown hair fanning across his face.

They were jumping in the air in a matter of seconds until he put her back down only to change his mind and pulling off her feet again squeezing her in the hug in his strong arms.

It wasn't awkward at all. It hadn't been for a while. Despite what happened last year at Christmas.

They went back to their normal ways. And Cassian was totally fine with it. Totally.

"You got in." His rough voice sounded deeply into her ear. So many hidden, buried emotions within him– feelings he was not much more ready to acknowledge than he was years ago.

"I did it, Cass." She whispered quietly to him, the softness in her tone was only for him to hear and it sent his heart running out of his chest.

He pulled away to look at his best friend, the soft watery smile of her beautiful face.

He was truly honored to be sharing this moment with her.

Cassian cupped her cheek in a way that had become far too normal for them– sometimes, very rare moments between them whenever he visited from university (which was often and not for the grey blue eyed beauty across the street) he would remember what it felt like to brush his lips against hers, to hear the soft noises she made when she was kissed, it was nearly impossible to forget.

Not for Nesta, though.

But he had stupidly taken Nesta's very first kiss and was too much of a coward to bring it up later, to talk to her about it, and he refused to apologize.

Apologize for the most memorable, best kiss in his stupid little teenage life he would not.

Yet, he still didn't blame Nesta for wanting to forget, for wanting to pretend it didn't happen.

It still didn't stop him from remembering, from reminiscing on the memory of her lips against his, or from imagining her lips in other places when he was alone in his dorm.

Every time he would promise himself again and again to refrain from imagining Nesta that way, that it was wrong even if it felt so right, she was his best friend and he cared about her more than any of that.

She meant more to him than just that.

Other times he would think of Nesta kissing other boys, kissing them the way she kissed him and it filled him with such an adulterated rage that it consumed him with a fury of flames.

He absolutely despised it.

Another motive for him visiting so frequently with his brothers, to keep an eye on the guys that made their moves on Nesta.

On one of the weekends she went out with Tarquin Summers, basically a date even if they were just friends and even if Varian, Amren and Cresseida were there.

He ended up ripping one of his pillows.

Then there was when she went on her first date a few months ago.

He broke his dorm room door off its hinges for slamming too hard in a hazy rage of finding out about this supposed asshole taking Nesta out.

Not even that he found out from Mor and Amren. From goddamn Mor and Amren.

When he confronted Nesta about it, it ended up in one of their bigger arguments–he would say something less than stupid and Nesta would end up angry, cold and hurt and radio silence came over them, participated by both parties no matter how much Cassian regretted it and wanted to reach out.

So he didn’t talk to her for the rest of that week.

No late night phone calls, no check ins, no sending her memes, no Nesta’s melodic voice singing in his ears when they spoke till the strange hours in the night.

Longest week of his life.

This time however, he wanted especially to be as far away from Velaris as possible whenever that supposed date was going to happen.

Cassian told himself his jealous angry feelings were him being protective of his best friend and nothing else.

Nothing more was going on, other than Cassian watching out for Nesta. Of course.

Excuse after excuse. He had a justification for every feeling coursing through his body when it came to Nesta Archeron.

Many times Cassian wished he had driven to Velaris immediately after hearing the news, he wished he had been there quicker.

Nesta's first date ended in a phone call to Cassian, begging for him, pleading, sobs and tears leaving the speakers of his phone.

Cassian had never driven to Velaris any faster. Speeding through the streets like is life had depended on it.

Cassian had cataloged the way his best friend looked on the side of the abandoned street in horror.

He had urged her to go to the hospital but she denied him instead he was the one to patch her up with her a flimsy first aid kit he carried at all times in his car per Nesta’s request given how often he wounded himself.

So he did his best to heal her wounds.

In more ways than one.

It was yet another thing that was left pretty much unspoken, but Cassian was the one to drive her to every therapy session once every month and he was happy to do it.

He was the one to hold her when she cried and he was one to hear her when she was ready to talk about it.

He made sure to be there.

He was always there for her.

He always would be.

And the only reason Tomas fucking Mandray wasn't dead buried eight feet deep was because of her, because of Nesta and her far too big heart.

Looking down at her now with too many unspoken feelings and emotions, not ready to be acknowledged, he knew deep deep down.

"Of course you did it, sweetheart." He smiled softly at her, making her eyes sparkle.

“I can’t believe I got in.” She confessed to him quietly, a small electric smile dancing on her lips he could feel the currents rushing through him with a loud and bright pulse.

“I can.” He said it so surely, brushing her cheek softly with his thumb, because he always believed in Nesta, always knew she would achieve great things with or without him by her side.

He obviously preferred to be right by her side while she changed and conquered the world.

“You’re a genius, Nes.”

He’d be lying if he said her answering blush wasn’t fluttering butterflies in his stomach and his heart beating just a tad bit faster.

He’d also be lying if he said he ignored his physical responses to having Nesta near always trying to equate it to the feeling when Rhys brings his clothes he knows Cassian would like randomly, when Azriel opts for speaking instead of silence because he knows Cassian doesn’t always like to be the loud, or when Mor buys him a cookie and brings it to his dorm room when he’s had a long day or a rough practice knowing full well he was bad at indulgence rarely ever spoiling himself because he spent most of his time spoiling everyone else around him.

So when she listened to his words with keen interest instead of laughing at his crazy rambles like most people because he wanted to be taken seriously sometimes instead .

When she brought brownies every time she visited them at university and wore that sparkle in those beautiful unnerving eyes like she too was reminiscing of that day he went over to her house with her sisters and ate brownies with them, beginning their profound friendship.

When she bought him a book she thought she might like or she thought of him when reading a particular scene. Most times the character was doing something stupid on very special occasians they were doing something kind, selfless and thoughtful.

It was Nesta’s beautiful way of telling others what she thought of them without pouring her heart into words that she always assumed would hurt her later.

So yeah, the way Nesta made him feel sometimes was the same way his family made him feel.

It was the only way he could cope with the explosions bursting in his chest, the dizziness in his head, the irregular beat of his heart, the way it skipped and ran out of his chest.

“Shut up.” She mumbled tilting her head down to hide her obvious blush.

“No.” He smirked, lifting her chin to meet his earnest eyes again. “You’re brilliant Nesta, don’t you ever forget it.”

“I have you for that. You would never let me forget. I wouldn’t have done it if it weren’t for you. So thank you, Cass.” Nesta smiled at him, watery and beautiful; it made songs and poems want to flow out of his mouth, all praising her brains and beauty.

You’ll always have me, You did it all your own, You deserve the world were the words wishing to slip from his tongue. But instead he said, “Of course sweetheart, you don’t ever have to thank me.”

He stared deeply into her eyes doing everything to avoid glimpsing at her full lips spread into a smile that was mirrored on his face.

He was going to be near his best friend for the next three years of their college lives.

Nesta had applied for Velaris’ most prestigious institution for technology and science, Velaris Institute of Technology with one of the lowest acceptance rates in all of Prythian universities.

Also located a mere 5 minutes away from Cassian, Rhysand, Mor, and Azriels university, to Cassian’s sheer luck and pleasure.

Now Cassian would even get the honor to be near Nesta during her university years and that was the best gift the universe had given him since that Christmas evening last year.

Next thing he knew Feyre and Elain were jumping on top of Nesta and him breaking him from whatever purified moment he was sharing with Nesta.

“You told him the good news!” Elain exclaimed, holding tightly to her sister and Cassian, surprising Cassian with how much strength the young girl had with her firm squeeze.

“Full ride to VIT! Whoop!” Feyre sang.

They all laughed, embraced in each others arms, Cassian managed to pick them all up and spin all three girls around earning him a giggling reprimand and high pitched squeals.

“Put us down you brute!”

He did no such thing.

Soon the rest of his favorite people joined in their embrace, with so much love radiating around them he couldn't imagine being without any of them.

On Nesta's graduation, Cassian stood loud and proud with his arms around Feyre and Elain smiling at his best friend as she gracefully made her way across the stage with a beautiful devious smile on her face.

His face told everyone the honor it was to be close to Nesta Archeron the way he was and how proud they all were of her.

She was going to do amazing things and Cassian would be on her side despite everything else brewing deep in his heart.

Nothing could stop him from being beside her.

Well.

Maybe some things...

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A Love Like A Love Song

thor's note: And here I am ignoring my series because I'm in the mood for Chanevi fluff. Very late submission to @choicesnovchallenge2021​​ [Original characters are creations of this author. The others are owned by Pixelberry Studios]

Book: Desire & Decorum (modern day AU) Pairing: Bartholomew Chambers x Yusuf Konevi Rating: T Word count: 1736 Reading time: ~7min Summary: Bartholomew reminisces about days he didn't believe he could truly love someone so deeply. Based on the prompts: Choices November Challenge - day twenty three: dance / The Man I Love

A gentle breeze caressed Bartholomew's face as he watched a flock of seabirds soar through the sky from the balcony of his hotel suite in Puerto Vallarta. Away from the cold weather and judgmental looks in UK, he took a deep breath, savouring the much needed fresh air and deep feeling of bliss. In the background, the rhythm of a song he knew so well brought back memories of a time he almost believed he wouldn't live a moment like this.

Three years earlier

"Yes!"

Bartholomew cheered as he managed to open another glass of wine and poured it in two glasses whilst Daphne placed another charcuterie board on the coffee table.

"Look at you spoiling your guests even when you're sloshed. Lady Dominique would be proud," he grinned, reaching for a slice of Gouda cheese.

"Somehow I doubt she would be proud to see me this drunk."

"Please... Don't tell me you think the senior ladies book club stay up until one in the morning drinking tea."

"They don't?" She stared at him in utter shock as her friend snickered. "So that's why she always shooes Briar and I out of the library and locks the door whenever she hosts the book club!"

"Sweetie, we're British. Drinking is what we do."

Daphne then sat up, straightening her posture. "But I need to slow down a bit. I haven't even reached drinking age here in US."

"That didn't stop you from getting hammered with Hamid last week." He gave her a Cheshire cat smile and began to sing. "You and your Turkish prince sitting in a bar. K-I-S-S-S-S-I-N-G!"

"I don't think kissing has that many S."

"It does if you spend enough time kissing."

The two of them lied on the ground as they burst out laughing.

"Oh my goodness, we're so drunk..." Daphne said, brushing a finger on the corner of an eye to wipe a tear.

"That we are..." Bartholomew grinned then cleared his throat. "So... Are you seeing him again?"

"Yep."

"Atta girl! When?"

"Next Saturday. We're going to that bookstore that sells used books. He said they have a lot of hidden gems there and the coffee shop upstairs is delightful."

"A date in the coffee shop of a bookstore..." He pressed his hand to heart and sighed. "I miss having coffee shop and bookstore romances..."

"And you can have them. Just give yourself a chance to actually meet people."

"It's not easy to find anyone who wants my number for more than a booty call."

"I disagree. I think you're not paying enough attention to the people around you..."

"What?"

She replied with a secretive smile.

He turned to the side, arching an eyebrow. "What are you hiding from me, Daphne?"

"Nothing. I couldn't possibly hide something obvious..."

"Then who is it?!" He sat up glaring at his friend, but as she smiled slyly, his brows went up. "Yusuf?"

Daphne nodded.

"First of all, it wasn't that obvious. I only figured it out it's him because the other gay people we both know are those brainless creatures who settle for being Felicity's GBFs."

"As if she ever saw them as friends..."

"Exactly, but back to my point. He was friendly with me just like he was with everyone else. Plus, he's so polite and formal..."

"He's discreet and he was formal because he was invited to an impromptu party that he only knew one person. And since when is being polite a bad thing?"

"I didn't say it's bad. But I don't know... By the way, how do you know he's into me?"

"I have inside information."

"He told Hamid?"

"Who told me Yusuf keeps fiddling with his phone wondering if he should text you or not."

Bartholomew's mouth fell open.

"I told you he's just discreet."

"As in closeted, right?" He made a face.

"Bartie, do you see what you're doing right now?"

"Yes..." Bartholomew frowned and laid back on the ground next to his friend as a jazz song played in the background. "Ugh... Why do I do this? Why don't I believe I can have a love like the ones Ella Fitzgerald, Etta James and Billie Holiday sing about?"

"I don't know..." Daphne stared at the ceiling, pondering her words. "Maybe it's the bad history we've been having lately. Maybe it's the fear of the unknown. Or all the above."

"We do have a terrible love history."

"Yeah..."

"Daph, do you think love really is a losing game?"

"No. I know things rarely work out the way we hope for, but we can't always assume the worst. Sure, maybe you'll find out you have zero things in common with Yusuf and his beauty and politeness won't make up for it. Maybe you'll realise he's a wonderful person and you'll be great friends. Or maybe he'll be the man who will make you feel every word when you sing Ella Fitzgerald. But there's only one way to know for sure."

"Placing my bets."

"Exactly. I understand your concern about the possibility of Yusuf being closeted, but you haven't even gave it a shot."

Bartholomew nodded. He was sabotaging himself again. "He's so easy on the eyes."

"And clever, worldly, fun to be around, definitely into you." She waggled her eyebrows.

He chuckled. "All right, I got it. You're working with Hamid on this. I'll call him."

He then started to pat himself, looking for his phone. But as he finally found it, Daphne pulled the device from his hand.

"Wait! You can't call him now!"

"What? Why?"

"If you want to be taken seriously, you can't call him when you're hanging out of your arse."

"Good point. I'll call him tomorrow."

"No. Text him now."

"But you said it yourself I'm too drunk to talk."

"Because you'll sound drunk. But for texting, your drunkness might be useful."

"Hm... I see what you're doing there..." He smirked. "Well played."

"Good. Now text him."

The lady then moved closer to see what Bartholomew was typing and started to make a few suggestions.

...

A week later

In the corner booth of the restaurant chosen by his date, Bartholomew couldn't stop staring at Yusuf. He wasn't sure if it was his astonishing good looks, how easy the conversation flowed or how sweet he was. He could barely fathom how pleasantly surprised he was with this night.

"I'm glad you chose the wine. I know nothing about them," Yusuf confessed.

"Oh, me neither. I just like drinking."

The two men laughed. Bartholomew glanced again at his lips. Plump, luscious, adorned by a well trimmed beard. But whenever he smiled, his dazzling pearly whites brightened his features and most likely the entire room as well. How is this man still single?

"So you've been friends with Veronica and Hamid for a long time?"

"With Hamid, yes. We met in elementary school and we've been friends since then. But we only met Vee in Cambridge. What about you and Daphne?"

"I met Daphne as soon as she arrived in UK, and even though life separated us because I'm older, we became close right away. Outsiders must stick together."

"I agree." Yusuf grinned.

Just then, the waiter arrived with their desserts, served them and left.

"Your chocolate pie looks delightful," Bartholomew commented.

"I can share it with you, if you can handle a little bit of cayenne pepper."

"I can."

That was a lie. His tolerance to spicy food went little to non-existent. But as he noticed Yusuf using his own fork to offer a piece, he couldn't refuse. Doing his best to handle the burning sensation in his tongue, he savoured it slowly and found the dessert splendid.

"Do you like it?"

"It's not something I'd usually go for, but yes. It's amazing!"

"If it's too much for you, a spoonful of your ice cream will help," Yusuf suggested, lifting the same fork to his lips, even though it barely had any pie in it.

Bartholomew followed the suggestion without taking his eyes off his date.

"You told me about your field of study before and it got me intrigued. Why are you thinking about choosing ornithology?" Yusuf asked.

"I've always been fascinated by birds. They descend from dinosaurs, yet many of them are so delicate and small. Some birds build their own homes, some sing, others have the ability to fly, which is something us humans have been trying to reproduce for centuries. Many are free to fly long distances with their flock or by themselves. And in a nature full of polygamous species, some birds choose a single partner for life."

A broad smile spread across Yusuf's lips, gazing intently at Bartholomew, who continued to speak.

"Birds seem unevolved in the evolutionary scale, but they have traits and abilities we might never achieve."

"I guess I never saw birds from this perspective. It seems we have a lot to learn with them about adapting, about freedom..." Yusuf looked around and sighed several straight couples glided on the dance floor as a soft jazz song played by the band on stage. “For instance, I’d love to feel free and do things like dancing this song with you. Alas, we live in a world where society would be scandalized to see two men slow dancing. That is to say, if you ever said yes to dancing with me.”

Bartholomew nodded, realizing he was indeed right about his suspicions. But it surprisingly didn’t bother him. “I understand. And I’d only say no to dancing with you if you had a poor taste in music, which is not the case.”

The two of them chuckled.

“Save me a dance some other time?”

“I’ll hold you to that, Mr. Konevi.”

Bartholomew was about to return into the suite when a strong frame pressed against his back and began to lead him into a slow dance. “Hey! You were supposed to ask!” He mockingly protested.

“Forgive me, my darling,” Yusuf whispered, nuzzling his neck as their bodies still followed the rhythm of the song. “I saw the opportunity and I had to take it.”

“If you think you can just swoop in and take me to dance…” Bartholomew turned around, his playful glare dissolving into a grin. “You’re absolutely right.”

“Can I assume you’re going to say yes to dancing with me at the LGBT ball at the cruise you’ve been talking about all week?”

“You got the tickets?”

“I got the tickets.”

“Yes!” Bartholomew threw his arms around his partner, hugging him tightly. “I’ll always say yes to you, my darling.”

Yusuf chortled, caressing his partner’s back softly.

“I feel like we’re truly living a love like the ones in love songs,” Bartholomew breathed.

“I agree. Then again, I wouldn’t expect anything less from us.”

Still following the beat of the song, the couple continued to dance in the balcony until the sun disappeared in the sky.

[voidwerks]

Legiones Astartes: Rome 30,0000 - Electric Boogaloo - Part 1

It’s been several years since I did my informational posts on warp travel and threats to humanity in the 40k universe, and I was feeling particularly motivated so here’s a quick, dirty guide to where it all started. The bois that everyone in 40k loves (or loves to hate), the Astartes!

In the far off future of the 31st millennium, humanity has just recovered from nearly beating itself into extinction yet again, and the after effects of space elves blowing a permanent hole in reality after the biggest party the galaxy has ever seen. After thousands of years of plotting and planning, the Emperor of Mankind decided the time was right, sorted everyone’s shit out on Earth, and set out to make the galaxy a safer place for humanity. Whether anyone wanted it or not. To do this, he mustered tens of thousands of super soldiers, lead by men who were basically demi-gods, and sent them forth across the stars in what was known as the Great Crusade. This is the story of the sons of the sons, the Primarchs can have their own post another day.

Numero Uno, the the First Legion, the Dark Angels. Clad in black and silver armor, the Dark Angels were the first marines to be created. Between that and their assistance with retaking the Earth prior to the Great Crusade, they were allowed special permissions later Legions did not have. In particular, they had access to some of the oldest, strangest, and sometimes horrifying bits of technology that the Emperor had stashed away for a rainy day. Even 10k years later in 40k, the Angels still uphold that privilege, and if things ever get completely and truly fucked, they’ve got a few aces up their sleeves just in case. Owing to the culture of their adoptive homeworld, Caliban, the Dark Angels have a strong knightly aesthetic, as well as plenty of ranks, titles, and associated iconography so everyone can know what kind of badass you are. 

Second ISN’T the Second Legion. Something bad happened to them and no one is allowed to talk about it. It’s actually the THIRD LEGION, the Emperor’s Children! Among the Legions, the Emperor’s Children had the unique distinction of being allowed to wear his personal emblem on their armor and carry his name. This was the Emperor’s gift to them after a company of them serving as honor guards during a victory parade, where they protected the Emperor from an assassination attempt involving a black hole bomb. The Emperor’s Children were perfectionists: anything that can be done can be done better, and they could get a bit salty when their brother Legions out-did them. Beyond that, they were renowned for their artistic skills, as well as their interpersonal skills with ‘mortal’ humans. While many marines either didn’t care for regular humans, or straight up disliked them, the Third Legion got along quite well with people, to the point they were often sent as diplomats to introduce long-lost planets of humans into the Imperium peacefully.

The Fourth Legion, completely unrelated to Marvel, were the Iron Warriors. To the Fourth Legion, war is entirely a matter of numbers. While other Legions fight with spirit, ferocity, nobility, the Iron Warriors fight with a machine-like efficiency and calculated planning. Rivals of the Seventh Legion, the Iron Warriors were particularly fond of siege-tactics. They’d bombard their foes with massed artillery, push in with columns of tanks, and hit critical points with forces of marines, changing tactics along the way as the variables shifted. While they took pride in their accomplishments, cold personalities and a ruthless fighting style didn’t make them many friends. Combined with feeling like they didn’t get much recognition for their efforts, often being stuck with some of the worst fights, the Iron Warriors tended to resent most of the other Legions. But no matter how tough, no matter how ugly, they would not bend, for the Iron Warriors always completed a task given to them.

Next in line, we have the Fifth Legion, the White Scars. Possessed of free spirits and a healthy dose of superstition, the White Scars preferred style of combat was: as quickly as physically possible. Whenever possible, they would ride to battle on anti-grav jet-bikes or speeders. Lacking that, on traditional motor bikes. Reminiscent of Mongolian horse riders, the White Scars fought from their mounts as often as they could, enjoying every moment of it, even if death might come at them at a few hundred miles per hour. Considered odd by most of their brother Legions, the Scars’ aloof personalities and plans divined by seers often saw them tearing about the galaxy in smaller warbands. Never staying in one place for long, they roamed wherever the winds of fate would take them.

Continuing on, the moment you’ve all been waiting for: SKYRIM STILL EXISTS. But really, the Sixth Legion, the Space Wolves. It doesn’t take much to explain these boys, the Space Wolves were vikings in space. They could be a bit dense, were prone to showing off, loved getting into fights, and even invented a kind of alcohol that could get marines drunk. In peace, they could be a bit rough around the edges but were jovial types. Beyond that however, the Wolves had a much more notorious side. While their brothers would mock them at times for being a bit ‘simple’, they were also feared as the Emperor’s hounds. If someone fucked up somewhere in the galaxy, the Wolves were the sent to deal the punishment. Typically, this involved plenty of axes and other people’s heads. While unconfirmed even 10k years later, it is rumored that the Space Wolves were responsible for reaving both the Second and Eleventh Legions at the Emperor’s command. Whatever they did must have been horrible, for it resulted in the culling of tens of thousands of marines and two demi-god primarchs. So remember kids, tug on the wolf’s tail at your own peril.

Eternal rivals to the Fourth Legion, here comes the Seventh Legion, the Imperial Fists. While not as bitter as their brothers in the Fourth, the Fists shared a lot of similarities with them. Blunt, no-nonsense, analytical, monumentally stubborn, fond of hitting their foes as hard as possible, on the surface the two seemed quite alike. But while the Iron Warriors were frequently unconcerned with what happened after their battles, grinding entire cities into dust, the Imperial Fists would always build and fortify. Wherever they passed, they would leave their mark in the form of walls, repaired cities, and forts to ensure their hold. This earned them the distinction of being recalled late in the Crusade to oversee the fortification of the entire Solar System. The reclamation of the galaxy was nearly complete, and it was their task to ensure that Terra would be able to withstand anything the universe could throw at it from that point forward. At least, that was the idea...

What stalks the night, strikes fear into the hearts of the unjust, and has bat wings? Move over Bruce Wayne, it’s the Eighth Legion, the Night Lords. Among the Legions, the Night Lords were unique in the fact that they did not operate like a traditional army. Unlike other Legions, the Night Lords’ favorite method of fighting was to strike fear and terror into their enemies. Considered brutal and sadistic even in the early days, the Night Lords would ‘pacify’ star systems by cutting off supply lines, destroying infrastructure, terrorizing civilians, and savagely breaking their enemy’s will before finishing the job. Known for taking bone trophies, using blood as paint, painting their armor with skulls, and even fashioning people’s faces into tea cozies, there were very few in the Imperium that genuinely liked the Night Lords. In fact, late into the Crusade they were even risking censure or a visit from the Space Wolves. But as they maintained from their inception: they were a necessary evil. Not everyone in the galaxy was reasonable. Some didn’t even respect the immense might of the Astartes. There were some that would only listen to fear. And the poor buggers that wouldn’t even listen to that? They would be made into examples, slowly, painfully, and without any remorse. 

A breath of fresh air from the Night Lords, the Ninth Legion, the Blood Angels. Where the Night Lords were immensely cruel, showcasing some of the worst humanity had to offer, the Blood Angels showed some of the best. Kindness, nobility, flowing golden locks of hair with slight curls, using their strength to protect the weak, seeing the goodness in others, the Blood Angels were quite human for heavily augmented super-soldiers. Well, they did have one teensy little problem. Just a bit of casual bloodlust that could leave them going into a frenzy now and then (sometimes even drinking blood) if they didn’t keep their tempers in check. However, largely due to their own self-discipline they were able to keep this fact a secret for the most part. 

Last (for now, don’t want this to be the next Color of the Sky post), but definitely not the least, the Tenth Legion, the Iron Hands. While the Iron Warriors have a very mechanical way of thinking, and a strong affinity for tech, the Iron Hands take this to a completely new level. To them, anything could be improved by mechanizing it, up to and frequently including themselves. The Hands were notorious for heavily modifying themselves, and had more tanks than any other Legion, tied only with the Iron Warriors. Ironically for a Legion obsessed with machinery, the Iron Hands are also possessed of a volatility only shared by their brothers in the Sixth and the Twelfth Legions. In contrast to the cool, collected rationality of machines, Astartes of the Iron Hands were notoriously hot-headed and liable to making rash decisions if they lost their tempers. This alternating clash frequently manifested as contempt for their own ‘weakness’, but also as contempt for others, resulting in the Iron Hands keeping very few friends, even amongst themselves.

[count-v-dracula]

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[[ G!!! In a nutshell? Everything! But, I can be a little more detailed than that :)

Let's start with your portrayal and writing. Louis, oh precious pitiful slightly insane Louis! You handle him with so much care and passion, it sings in your writing! When I think of Louis, I think of your Louis, who is so incredibly close to AR's portrayal and characterization in the first book (and so is your writing for real are you her [now] ghost?). You have his stubbornness, pride, petal-soft melancholy, compassion, and zeal for humanness, down 100%. I appreciate him so much more, now, because of your take on him. Now -- your writing. Jaw-dropping fluidity and style, reminiscent of AR (in my limited opinion since I've only read the first four books but I'm making my way, but also very much your own). I think I've said it before but I'll say it again: you inspire my own writing. There are very few that have done that to me over all the years I've been writing and you are one of them! You move from one idea in your threads to the next so smoothly! You are able to paint images in the mind with a technique that just unfurls, never going overboard or cheapening on any element, but able to give something so full and rich that I thoroughly enjoy reading (and re-reading multiple times).

Behind the scenes stuff is so so fun and exciting with you!! Our minds are almost on the same wavelength because we are just in-tune with our two insane lads. Like for instance the pin.terest board we have that has several HUNDREDS of things on it and when I get a notification from the app I instantly go "omg did G find something new!?" and sometimes yes it is you, other times it's a different pin.terest notification about my other boards lol and I :( And then the spot.ify playlist!!!! WE HAVE OVER NINE HOURS OF MUSIC FOR THEM. You know I open up that playlist whenever it is time for Vlouis replies.

And I just adore and appreciate you so much as a friend <3 ]]

[insufferablelust]

ok, i know i just requested but i LOVE your writing. spencer is the dominant one, but one night you ask him if you can be in charge. to your surprise he said yes, so you maybe tie him to the bed and blindfold him. you edge him and make him beg. you give him after care, make she he is alright. maybe it ends in some fluff, him saying how you are cute when you take charge.

I swear i always got so excited when i get a request from this special princess right here, anways thank you for requesting ma’am! here’s some sub!spencer for all of us needy babies. As always excuse any errors thank you❤️

WARNINGS : OKAY SMUT- JUST FILTHY PORN OF Sub!Spencer x Dom!Reader, they’re actually both switch, Bondage, Slight Exhibitionism, the use of ‘Miss’, Edging, Short Ice play, Penetrative sex by riding, creampie, um what else.. oh! degradation a bit, and condensation from the reader too :) just some good ole FILTH okay + Cute Spencer :)

It started out as a suggestion you made at the beginning of your relationship, knowing the nature of your relationship, Spencer always had the upper hand when it comes to sexual things even during domestic days where you needed to be disciplined for being a stuck up brat, it’s your speciality after all.

What you suggested was that you would love to take control once in a while, you know one of the only things that you love about being dominated is to relinquish any control and let go, to be taken care of and Spencer is the epitome of the perfect dom.

But because of that very reason, you also want him to feel relaxed and relinquish control, just— to let go for a while, letting you to just take the wheel and dominate him in every way possible. You’ve made that suggestion long time ago, but it keeps circling back to your mind lately, one because Spencer has been taking care of you after an accident on a case, two you can see how frustrated he is with his work— even though you work together, he’s the type that clings onto specific cases like the one he kept talking about, and lastly, it’s just because... You just want to dominate him, to hear him beg, to see him so helpless and needy, to tease him, to edge him, and the list goes on and on that you are convinced that you will get him to submit to you, tonight.

Wrapping your arms around his shoulder from the back of his chair, you pressed a soft kiss on the side of his face as he chuckled softly and tilt his head to see you.

“Hi there, Agent Y/n,” his voice sounded scratchy and deeper today that you can’t help but to imagine how it would sound when he’s begging you to let him cum. Fuck, you cursed yourself for deciding to wear a bright colored pants today.

You rolled your eyes as an answer to his greeting before setting yourself on his lap sideways, thumb still trying to smoothen over the worry lines on his forehead but that doesn’t last long because he reached out to grip your wrist and whispered “Don’t dare roll your eyes at me, you know the damn rules Y/n”

Oh how you love a challenge but this time its going to be your rules not his. You placed your other hand on his before detaching his arms, and leaned down to whisper on his ear, lips barely brushing against the skin. “It’s my rules tonight, we will play by my game my rules and i’m in control.”

The shocked look on his face thats followed with a seductive whimper is enough to give you the affirmation you need to keep going. You tug on his tie, as you look around smiling at the sight of an almost empty office (everyone is grabbing lunch), before pressing your lips against his in a bruising manner.

Usually, he would’ve won the battle, but nothing about today or tonight is going to just be the ‘usually’ so you tug on his tie tighter that caught him off guard, which allowed you to slip your tongue past his sinful lips and devour his sweet sweet warm mouth. Your hips doesn’t miss the party either, grinding down right on his bulge as you pull back— watching his flustered cheeks and teary eyes.

“Aww Look at you, i’ve barely done anything and you’re ruined already. God i’ll have so much fun playing with you.” Your smiles scream mischievous, usually he would bend you over by now and spank you til your ass is every shades of blue and purple. But today— today he only whined as his hips bucks up against you.

“Do something.. baby please” Oh how sweet is this, his voice all raspy and desperation dripping out of it like fucking honey. You can’t help but to press down on his bulge, palm it slowly as you shake your head “Nuh uh, Good boys wait Doctor, you know that.” Your fake sympathetic pouts are what nearly sent him over the edge,

“You’ll p-pay fuck!- for this, Little one.” He let his dominant self shown for awhile before you wrap your fingers around his throat and clicking your tongue “That can wait until later but now, you’re my needy little thing now, so don’t get mouthy or i swear to god i’ll shove my dildo up those fuckable throat of yours.” Just as he was about to answer, you heard the ‘ding’ of the elevator, causing you to stand up before patting his bulge twice “Be a good boy, and maybe your punishment won’t be that hard.” you whispered before walking away to your desk.

————————

When Spencer arrived home, he wasn’t sure what to expect from you, he was excited of course, his raging hard on is still prominent- the reminiscent of your voice kept playing in his mind and that alone could make him burst then and there.

He walked to the bedroom you both shared, mouth agape at the sight of you wearing your black lingerie and he also sees your wand on top of the bed, smiling nervously as he approached you.

“Don’t just stare, Doctor. Come take a closer look at what you’ll be wearing.. or playing with tonight.” You grinned as you let him inspect the objects— sex toys. On top of the bed you’ve prepared were ropes, blindfold, your wand, and also some ice cubes on the metal bucket.

“M-miss you’ll use all of this on me?” His timid demeanor is so different from how he usually gets when he’s horny and the thought of blurring the line of submission and dominance is making you clench your thighs. You’re each other equal, with each of your own submissiveness and dominance. It’s all balanced and hearing it almost feels like an orgasmic experience.

“Yes, baby. But if at some point during our play time you feel the slightest bit comfortable you have to color out okay? coloring out doesn’t mean that you’re a disappointment but its to know your limits, okay?” He gladly nodded as his lips curled into a smile “I know miss.”

“I know you know, but you rarely becomes submissive and it can get pretty overwhelming especially if you have me as your dom, i hope you aren’t expecting orgasms soon.” With that and a loud whine from him, you stand up before ordering him to lay down on the bed right after you’ve places the blindfold on top of his eyes.

“Okay, baby. I’m going to tie you up now, if its too tight then tell me, communicate is key Spencer” You sternly said, earning a small “Yes, miss” from him. You picked the rope before tying both of his wrists onto the headboard and move down to tie each ankles to the bed post.

“How does it feel, Doctor? Too tight?”

“N-no miss, Just perfect..”

“Good, get ready for me to ruin you.”

——————

You’ve barely even touch him, ghosting your fingers on top of his neck, against his nipples and down to where his cock is hard against his tummy.

“You’re pathetic, look at you, making such a mess on yourself.” You scoffed, bending down to lick the very tip of his cock that rested against his stomach, causing him to jolt at the sensation and buck upwards. You gathered enough pre cum on your lips before pressing it onto his— kissing him in a soft manner this time, letting him savor his own taste from your mouth.

“mmh! miss please!” He whines, trying to gain some friction by bucking his hips upwards against the air which earned him a slap on his thighs, “This is my body, mine to use whenever i please so think again before you start begging.” You harshly whispered, as you bring the ice you’ve been holding and place it in between your mouth.

The cold sensation that trailed down his skin is almost unbearably pleasurable, the way it tickles his skin causing goosebumps to his wake and makes him squirm like a bitch in heat. Your lips trail down his tummy before the tip of your ice cube pressed tightly against the tip of his sensitive ruddy red cock— and you were shocked when you heard the loudest string of moans Spencer ever let out, biting your lip as you feel yourself soaking your own thighs.

“Ahh! fuck please miss! make me cum please!” His voice is strained and scratchy evidence that you teased him so good he lose his voice. The only answer you give him is “Quiet.” before leaving the ice cube to melt down against the tip of his cock, pulsing with need.

As the ice cube melts, you grab your wand before turning it on, setting the speed to the lowest level, and placing it on the veiny sides of his cock. He jumped suddenly as the vibrations ran through his body— he feels like every system inside him is exposed and raw.

“Oh fuck oh fuck! miss! Fuck M-may i cum?” Y/n contemplate as to let him cum or no, the sweet torture is too precious to give but you also know that you need to finish too somehow.

So without warning, you pulled the wand away, as spencer let out a frustrated whine, he was going to cum! “Don’t be fucking greedy or i swear to god i’ll tie you up right here, strap the wand on your messy cock and leave you to cum and cum again and again until you pass out.” you warned, as he took a deep breath and apologize, voice shaky. “Y-yes miss i’m so sorry.. I love you.” That’s a sign that he’s breaking into subspace and you definitely have to let him cum soon so he wouldnt far too deep.

“I love you baby, you’ve been so good for me, just a bit more okay? and then i’ll let you cum inside me hm?”

“Fuck! yes please miss!” His voice is needy and desperate as i slowly align the tip against my slit, before sinking down on his length— causing both of us to gasps and moan out loud. “Spencer Fuck! You’re so fucking big” You moaned as you threw your head back and start to bounce up and down his cock, making sure to fasten the pace with each thrust.

“Yes yes! your cunt feels so good miss!” He lets out noises that sounded so beautiful, almost like music to your ears, that fueled you to keep on bouncing on his cock, tightening your walls around him as you feel like you’re getting close.

“Baby! fuck yes yes! mmm i’m going to cum sweetheart” You laughed as he struggled to breath, your fingers pressing down on your throat as you roll your hips down. “Tell me.. tell me my genius doctor, do you want to breathe—“ “or cum?”

Spencer squirmed as he heard the question, biting his lips and moans suddenly as i keep on bouncing on his cock “fuck i’m going to cum- answer me now or you won’t get both.” You threatened quickly earning an answer from the poor boy,

“Cum, miss please let me cum inside of you- please i need it!”

At that you cum all over his cock, rolling your hips to ride out your high, you were shaky and feeling floaty but you regained yourself quickly as you hear Spencer begged.

“M-miss please—“

“Cum, now. Cum, baby boy. that’s it let it out.. oh good boy, I’m so proud of you.” You whimpered out the last bit as you feel him coat your walls with his cum, before pulling out, untie him from each 4 restraint and loosen the blindfold.

You smiled as you sees his face, grabbing the water bottle you had on the night stand and ordering him to take few gulps before taking some your own. You grabbed the wet cloth as you wiped the both of you.

“How was that baby.. do you like it?” There’s uncertainty in your voice, as fuzzy as his mind might be. “I loved every single bit of it, sweetheart” Spencer said pulling her close as they cuddled after wiping each other off.

“mmm i’m glad then”

“Just wait until its my turn again, you will wish you hadn’t even try to dominate me. Cause you’re cute, when you take charge.”

“Shh, lets sleep Doctor”

“Just so you know i haven’t forget about any of this, and your eye roll. Hope you know that you’ll regret it.”

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Blurb ideas are always welcomed as well as constructive criticisms and feedback!

Thank you for reading! I love you❤️

[tchallasbabymama]

M’Baku’s Love- Chapter 5

Hey y’all, here’s the next chapter of M’Baku’s Love. Make sure you check out my masterlist HERE to catch up and to read my other stories! As usual, let me know what you think or if you want to be tagged!

CW: smut

Word count: ~6300

A week later, Shuri’s assistant Nia decided to throw a party. She had invited all of the staff to her place, and as luck would have it, Monae and M’Baku both showed up. Alone. Neicey, who he had gone on a second date with and actually had started to enjoy spending time around, had to babysit her cousins and Derrick was out of town on a business trip to LA. When Monae and M’Baku laid eyes on eachother it was the first time they had seen one another since Monae stormed out and left him alone in that Mexican restaurant. He was the first to look away, which surprised Monae and left her with an empty feeling in the pit of her stomach, but she tried not to dwell on it. It had been too long since she got to unwind and have some fun, so she was determined to have a good time and not let his avoidance get to her. 

Her coworkers were definitely having a better time than she was. Whoever was in charge of the music had the vibes just right and there was the perfect ratio of people dancing to people hanging around, talking, and in many cases flirting. M’Baku had caught the eye of Tonya, one of the volunteers and she stuck by his side the whole night, laughing at his jokes that weren’t that damn funny and touching his arm whenever the opportunity presented itself. Monae rolled her eyes and took a sip of her beer before heading to the other side of the apartment to get away from them.  After about an hour and two more beers later, Monae decided that she had been there long enough and went to the kitchen to recycle her last bottle when she found M’Baku there, alone, browsing the table full of snacks. 

He looked good in his crisp white tee and jeans. He wore a wooden bead necklace with a snarling gorilla pendant that hit around mid-chest on him. His line-up was fresh as always and that precious gap in his teeth seemed to shine brighter every time she saw him. He took a  sip from a red cup as he looked her way. 

“Are you just going to ignore me forever?” she asked the almost giant, fueled by liquid courage.

“I am not ignoring you, I am giving you space.” he said matter of factly, taking another sip of whatever he had in his cup.

“DId I ask for that?” she started to draw attention from outside the kitchen.

“Let us have this conversation outside, eh?” He led her through the party, and out the door to the hallway. “Ok now, I know you did not specifically ask that of me, but I felt you needed it and would come to me when you were ready.”

Monae immediately deflated. She had planned to be mad at him and he was ruining the speech she had been brewing in her head all night. 

“Oh, I um. I thought,” she sighed and pushed her glasses up her nose, “I thought you were mad at me for blowing up at you, which would’ve made sense if you were-”

“No, I should not have inserted myself into your relationship business. It was rude of me, and I will not do it again.” She could see the sincerity in his eyes as he reached his hand out to shake hers. “Friends?” 

“Yeah, friends again,” Monae agreed as she shook his hand. “So where’s your girlfriend?”

“Neicey is not my girlfriend.” he responded in haste, almost tripping over his words.

“Neicey? I’m talking about Tonya, the one in there hanging on your every word. She’s probably missing you.”

“Hm. And what of Darryl?” M’Baku asked, purposely butchering the man’s name just to be a dick.

“Derrick.” she rolled her eyes. 

“Yes, Derrick. What of him? Surely he does not know how beautiful you look tonight in his absence.” M’Baku took a step back to take in her appearance. Monae wore a purple bodycon dress that showcased every curve on her voluptuous body. It paired nicely with her new maroon colored fade and eyebrows, and the sneakers on her feet gave the outfit just the right amount of casual flair. Her gold jewelry sparkled against her caramel skin and the dark purple lipstick on her lips was just as crisp as when the night started.

“You’re right, and it’s gonna stay that way,” Monae threatened as she pointed her finger in his face. He snapped his teeth at her and she let out a giggle that he had been missing for days. “If you bite me I’m beating that ass, M’Baku.”

The warrior let out a belly laugh that damn near shook the hallway.

“Please, spare me the pain.”

“Oh, you scared?” Monae squared up playfully and he pulled her in close, grabbing her arms and pinning them behind her back despite her best efforts to get free from his grasp. 

“See? Too easy.”

Monae melted into him as she stopped fighting and he pulled back to look at her again. After a few moments, neither had let go and the two of them started swaying back and forth to the loud music spilling from their friend’s apartment. Monae laid her head against his chest and he rested his chin on top of her head. He let her arms go and they slid around his broad shoulders. His hand rested at the small of her back, and their feet moved in sync, carrying them to the beat. 

“This is nice,” Monae spoke into his chest.

“Mm.” was all he could say. He kissed the top of her head before leaning down and burying his face in her neck, taking in her scent. 

Monae was now faced with a serious dilemma. She had already decided to end things with Derrick, but she hadn’t exactly told him yet. In her mind she was free to do what she wanted, but in reality that ring on her finger weighed her down once more, so she pulled back from M’Baku’s warm, vanilla-scented embrace.

“M’Baku, I should leave. It’s getting late,” she said as she took a step back, her small hands travelling down his muscular arms to his much bigger ones and intertwining their fingers.

M’Baku checked his watch and was surprised to see it was well after midnight. Thankfully it was a Saturday and the only plans he had for the next day were chores and lazing around watching more tv.

“I will walk you home. Come on, did you leave anything inside?”

“No, I’m good to go,” she pointed to the small purse slung across her body.

He stuck his arm out for her to take and she gladly took it before he led them down the stairwell and out into the cool night. She stayed close to him as she shivered from the windy 60 degree weather, so he pulled his arm from her grasp and placed it around her shoulders to keep her warm, the weather not affecting him in the slightest. Her body immediately felt better, happy to be kept warm and especially happy to be so close to him. She took in his scent once more and tried to place his cologne. He smelled of vanilla and something else, something “masculine.”

“Better?” he asked.

“Much, thank you.”

“No need to thank me,” he cleared his throat, “that is what friends are for.”

“Hm, yeah, friends...M’Baku can I ask you something?”

“Of course, anything you want to know.”

“What you said at the restaurant the other day, did you mean it?” she looked up at him and made eye contact.

“Every word. Monae, even without my painfully obvious feelings for you-” Monae cut him off with a sarcastic gasp and he booped her nose. “-hush. Even without those feelings I would have said the same thing. He does not respect you, Monae, and I do not like seeing my friend disrespected like that. And as someone who would love to be much closer to you, I do not like seeing you suffer when you could have someone better.”

His confidence reverberated down into her core.

“Better, huh?”

“I could give you a whole kingdom if you wanted it,” he stopped them and stared deep into her eyes. She moved in closer without even realizing it, but he did and followed her lead until they were almost nose to nose.

“I-I want you to know that I...I thought about what you said,” she stuttered out as his hand wrapped around her waist for the second time tonight, “and you’re right. I realized it as soon as I left. When he comes back from his business trip, I’m going to break the news to him.” 

Without saying a word, he pulled her in the rest of the way and kissed her. Monae melted under his touch, but pulled back before she got too carried away. She smiled at him and he smiled back, both of them feeling a little air-headed after the kiss.

“Let’s keep moving, it’s just a couple more blocks.”

“How could I forget? That was also a very good night,” he grinned while Monae blushed, both reminiscing on their first kiss. They walked the last two blocks in comfortable silence, his arm still slung over her shoulder and her fingers intertwined with his, completely engulfed by their size. When they arrived at the door to her apartment building neither wanted to part. Monae went back and forth in her mind about what she should do. She knew that the right thing would be to say goodnight and go their separate ways, but she wasn’t in the mood for doing the right thing. 

“Would you want to come up? I know it's late but I’m enjoying your company,” Monae asked, hoping he would say yes.

“Are you sure that is such a good idea?” he asked her with his eyebrow raised and head cocked to the side. He knew what would most likely happen if he stepped through that door, and while he was 110% on board, he wanted to make sure they were on the same page.

“I can behave myself if you can,” she flirted, fluttering her eyes at him. It wasn't the answer he wanted, but who was he to turn down her offer? 

“It is you who cannot behave, Monae. I am simply an innocent bystander,” he responded with a wink as she unlocked the door and he held it open for her. They walked up the three flights of stairs as they went back and forth arguing over who can and can’t keep their hands and lips to themselves. When they arrived at her apartment she took a deep breath before unlocking the door and letting M’Baku into her world.

He stepped through the door and what he saw was almost exactly what he expected. It was a quaint little apartment that smelled like fresh baked cookies, with huge colorful tapestries and paintings covering the walls. He noticed everything, from the dishes in the sink to the photos on the wall in the hallway leading to what he presumed to be her bedroom. He noticed a small table in the corner that was covered with a white lace tablecloth and had old pictures, a glass of water, and a candle burning. He recognized it as a shrine or altar and became even more intrigued. He walked over to take a closer look.

“Are these your ancestors?” he asked Monae, noticing the resemblance between her and the people in the old black and white photographs. She came up on his left side and looked at the old pictures with him, staring at the faces of her family members that came before her,

“Mhm, this here is my parent’s at their wedding, and that’s my great granddaddy over there with his seven brothers and their wives. My great grandma on her porch in South Carolina, my baby cousin who passed when he was two, and my great aunt Tootie” she pointed out her family members as he silently thanked them for bringing Monae into the world.

He continued to look around and was confused by an oddly shaped piece of carpet-covered furniture in the corner until he saw a small cat sit up and stretch before coming over to greet Monae.

“M’Baku meet Juju, Juju meet M’Baku,” she said as Juju rubbed herself against M’Baku’s legs.

Monae found it strange considering Juju never liked anyone, not even Derrick after all these years.

“I take it she approves of me?” He asked, leaning down to pet her and generating a purr that erupted from her vocal chords.

“Seems that way. You know, she’s not normally a people person.”

“Yes, but I am not just any ‘people’”he flashed his cocky grin and Monae rolled her eyes playfully at his mild arrogance. 

“Anyways, want anything to drink? Or a snack?” She asked as she walked towards her small kitchen.

M’Baku wandered around the rest of the living room area with Juju on his heels, taking in everything he could. He noticed the bookshelf in the corner was full of books on Black American art and history, some of which he would definitely ask to borrow. The pictures on the blue accent wall behind the couch caught his eye and on the way over he noticed the low coffee table covered in colored pencils and sketch pads of various sizes. He avoided the cat toys on the ground and walked past a small garden of assorted plants in the windows. 

“Uh, just water, thank you.” He responded as he stopped on a picture of Monae with a younger girl that looked just like her, but with braids instead of a fade. “Is this Jazz?”

Monae looked up from pouring water out of her Brita filter, almost spilling it everywhere. “Yeah that was from when I moved her into her dorm. The picture to the right is of all four of us at a family reunion right before my parents died. Then there’s a picture of my girls Ari and Yasmin, we met in college and we’ve been inseparable since. Then there’s me and your new best friend when I first adopted her.”

“No Darryl?” he smirked.

“He’s not one for pictures, but he’s not what I want to talk about tonight.”

M’Baku’s ears perked up and he turned around to face her as she brought him his glass of water and they sat down on opposite sides of the couch.

“Thank you. What did you want to discuss?” he asked, tamping his excitement down.

Monae bit her lip and looked away for a moment, deep in thought. He didn’t push, just sipped his water until she finally spoke.

“We’ve been sort of dancing around each other for a few weeks now and I think we should talk about it,” she said while leading him to the couch before the two of them sat down and she continued, “I know I’m still engaged for now, but I know you’re not going to be here very long and I don’t want to waste time. I like you, M’Baku. You’re charming and fine as hell and kind and fine as hell and I love how when you talk about the Jabari your eyes light up with so much pride in your people...it’s cute, you’re cute.” The whole time she was talking her nerves had her heart beating out of her chest. She knew he felt the same way, but vocalizing her feelings had never been her strong suit.

“Am I, now? I thought I was ‘fine as hell’.” he joked before she hit him with a small throw pillow.

“I’ll demote you to ‘just aight’ if you keep playing with me.”

He felt the need to keep playing. Aware of his own strength, he lightly threw the pillow back at her, smacking her dead in her face.

“Oh it’s on.”

She reached for the pillow, only to be pulled back into his grasp.

“Why are you so determined to lose fights today?” he asked her while restraining her yet again. She struggled against his grasp and jumped when he accidentally tickled her. His whole face brightened as a mischievous smile slowly appeared on his face. “Are you ticklish?”

“No!” She fought against him again to no avail. He started tickling her and she struggled to get out of his grasp. She couldn’t stop laughing and could barely get any words out. “M’Baku s-stopppp, ohmigod.”

Somehow he ended up on top of her when she struggled to get away. His face was mere inches from hers when he stopped and she opened her eyes. Without wasting any time, she pulled his face down, crashing their lips together. Their mouths moved in sync as the kiss started to heat up and Monae slipped her tongue into his mouth. Their hips grinded against each other as she opened her legs to let him in closer. She felt his hard dick rub against her and moaned into the kiss at the feeling of his third leg so close to her pussy. He felt the heat from her center and his hips involuntarily moved towards it, causing her to let out yet another moan.

M’Baku knew what she wanted, but he couldn’t give it to her just yet. He knew her relationship was over, but he wanted to wait and fuck her after she was fully single. However, he had no problem with making her cum in other ways. The chief pulled away and kissed down her neck to her collarbone and back up to her ear.

“Can I taste you?” he whispered to her softly, making her pussy even wetter for him.

“Please.” she whimpered.

The Jabari chief kissed down to her chest before looking back up at her for reassurance. She nodded her head and leaned forward to undo the zipper on her dress. It fell forward, releasing her breasts from their cradle and his mouth watered as Monae pulled the dress over her head and he was met with the sight of her almost naked body. All she had on was a pair of white lace panties and two nipple rings he had somehow not noticed before. M’Baku growled at the sight before going in for another kiss. His hands explored her soft skin and his lips eventually broke free of hers to kiss down to her chest. Her moans filled the room as his tongue swirled around her nipple, the piercings making her extra sensitive to his touch. 

He hadn't even gotten to her pussy yet and she was already losing her mind. Every kiss felt like fire as he kissed his way down the center of her body, but she stopped him as she remembered something important.

“Wait! I-I haven’t shaved or waxed in a while.”

“...ok, I am not following,” he said as his hands softly caressed her stomach and sides. 

“I mean, there’s hair down there.”

“That is how it is supposed to be, no?” he asked, genuinely confused by her concern.

“N-yes, but...I just wanted you to know in case it bothered you.”

M’Baku internally rolled his eyes at the thought of some hair stopping him from enjoying his meal. The American men she was used to dealing with had obviously made her self-conscious about her body, but he was going to show her otherwise.

“Something like that could never bother me,” he kissed her belly button, “I am a grown man, you are a grown woman, it is to be expected.” He kissed lower on her abdomen and he could feel the tension release from her body at his words.

His long fingers gripped the sides of her panties and he looked up at her. She nodded and he slowly pulled them down and off her body before staring between her legs. Monae started getting antsy after a minute of him just sitting there, and began to close her legs only to have him grab her knees to stop her. 

“You are beautiful.” he said, entranced by the folds of her pussy.  

“Show me just how beautiful.”

M’Baku chuckled and she grew concerned. She didn’t know what she just asked for, but she’d soon find out.

He leaned in to kiss her inner thighs, and she almost came from the sensation. When he bit into her she moaned out and he chuckled again. Cocky bastard, she thought.

His lips made their way to her center and lightly dusted her pussy as he spoke.

“Glory to Hanuman,” he said grace before digging into his late night snack. He slowly tongue kissed her pussy lips the same way he kissed her mouth and she let out a deep moan at the contact. He tongued her down and sucked on her clit like his life depended on it, and all she could do was call out his name. He switched gears and inserted his pointed tongue inside her while his fingers came up to play with her clit. His tongue was so thick and warm inside her, and the way his pillowy lips rested on hers as he tongue fucked her had her moaning to the heavens.

“Mmm’Baku, right there, uh!”

His tongue plunged deeper into her and swirled around her walls, making her cum all in his mouth. He drank it all up and returned to her clit, where his lips immediately closed in around her bud and sucked as his tongue played with her pearl. Monae got louder and louder and as he slid his two thick fingers inside her she busted on him again, covering his hand with her juices. He didn’t stop though, flicking her clit with his tongue as his fingers picked up speed inside her. He added a third finger and she cried out. He came up for air and hovered over her as his hand still worked her insides.

“If you cannot handle three fingers you cannot handle the rest of me,” he kissed her deeply and she loved how she tasted on his lips. He pulled back and stared into her eyes before connecting their foreheads. “Do you have one more for me, Monae?”

She nodded with a pathetic whimper and her head rolled back as he curled his fingers inside her as if he was coaxing her cum out of hiding. Her leg shook as a devious smile appeared on his face. His fingers moved quicker and her moans went up a few octaves and several decibels. Monae’s leg began to shake when he pulled out and rubbed her clit with her wetness dripping from his fingers.

“Come on, babygirl, cum on my fingers,” he said as he entered her once again, rubbing over her g-spot and causing her body to short circuit. The tension building in her lower half snapped when he tongue kissed her neck before taking a bite. Her juices flowed over his hand and onto the couch beneath them. He growled into her, removing his fingers and lightly tracing them around her oversensitive pussy. He sat up and licked his fingers clean without breaking eye contact as his other hand trailed up and down Monae’s still spasming thigh. 

She reached down and collected some of her wetness on her fingers,  bringing it to her mouth for a taste. The lust in his eyes grew as he watched her and so did his already stiff dick. He reached to adjust himself and Monae’s eyes followed his hand, bugging out of her head when she saw the size of it.

“Do not worry, I am not fucking you tonight,” he said with a soft smile.

“What?! Why not?” She sat up on the couch, his eyes being drawn to her bouncing tits.

M’Baku leaned in and softly kissed her lips before adjusting himself once more. She reached out to feel his dick for herself and he let her grab it. She had no idea how that thing was going to fit inside her, but she was gonna try her damnedest. She stared up at him with her best begging eyes and rubbed his dick through his jeans making his breath pick up pace, but his hand came to gently move hers away. He brought it to his lips for a kiss and she pouted.

“Don’t give me that look, babygirl. You can get this when you’re single.” he gripped his dick and her pussy jumped. 

“So you just do all that to me and dip? Nigga my legs don’t work!” she said, indignant that he even considered leaving. They both broke into laughter.

“I am sorry about your legs.”

“No, you’re not.”

“You are right, I am not sorry in the least bit.”

They laughed again before he leaned in for another soft kiss.

“You don’t have to go,” she spoke softly.

He kissed her forehead then her neck before standing upright and putting his shoes back on. When he turned to look at her she was sitting up looking like a goddess in her naked glory. The pout on her face refused to leave.

“Trust me, I do.” He kissed her lips, ”Break up with him, then I am all yours.”

With that he left, needing to get home and take care of himself as soon as possible. She fell back onto her couch, mind racing over what just occurred. They had admitted their feelings for each other and he had eaten her pussy so good she swears she saw somebody’s god. She didn’t know how to process what she just went through as she sat naked on her couch in a state of shock, already planning how to dump Derrick.

———-

When Monday came, Monae and M’Baku were both unsure of what to expect from the other. He had spent the weekend panicking, hoping he didn’t come on too strong for her. What if she still stayed with Derrick? What if she thought him to be too promiscuous, out here tonguing down engaged women like he has no home training? He could have simply waited until Monae broke it off with Derrick, but he figured she would want to do it in person and he won’t be back in Oakland until Friday.

On the other hand, Monae had spent the entire weekend trying to ignore the lingering feeling of his tongue on her pussy. She had it bad. M’Baku had no business leaving her in that state, but she understood why he had to do it. She kept herself busy all weekend, trying not to just sit around and think about him, but when Monday arrived her anxiety came at her fast. Would it be awkward between them? Would he act like nothing happened? She wasn’t sure which one was worse.

As usual, they arrived at the same time and she was relieved to see him smile at her. She returned it and he lumbered over to help her carry her bags of whatever crafts she had lined up for the kids today.

“Here, let me,” he said as his fingers looped around the handle. “You know, you do not have to get these supplies yourself, there is plenty of money-“

She flashed her black card courtesy of the king himself. “Oh I don’t pay for any of this, your king does. You think I’d spend my money when I’m working for the richest man on earth? You must think I’m crazy.” She fussed as they walked into the building. He grinned the whole way, but it was short lived because as soon as they walked in they saw Neicey and Tonya, both of whom perked up upon seeing M’Baku. 

“You go ahead, I will bring this up in a little bit.”

“Mmmhm, I bet you will,” she said under her breath. “Hi ladies!” Monae waved before making her way around them and up the stairs. M’Baku could hear her cackling the whole way and would have fought a smile of his own had he not been faced with not one but two women with unreturned feelings for him. .

“So, M’Baku, are we still on for Friday? I got my dress already, it’s so pretty you’re gonna love it!”

Tonya shrunk into herself upon the realization that M’Baku was the guy Neicey had just been fawning over. She had hoped her flirting at the party was fruitful, but it didn’t seem to be.

“I’ll catch y’all later.” She said as she slunk away. 

M’Baku sent her a small smile and she rolled her eyes at him. He wasn’t sure why, but he let it go and returned his gaze to Neicey.

“So Friday, is that not the charity gala?”

“Duh silly, didn’t you know that when you asked me?” 

Not exactly, he thought to himself.

“Of course, I just uh forgot for a moment. Long weekend,” he brushed it off.

“Well how about you tell me about it over lunch?” 

“I cannot today, I am afraid I have already made plans with Monae.”

Neicey’s face soured at the mention of her name and M’Baku noticed.

“You sure do spend a lot of time with her…”

“Well yes, she is my friend.”

“Yeah but I’m trying to be more than just your friend,” she leaned in closer and grabbed his collar. “I want to do things to you that friends don’t do to each other. I wanna be more than that.”

He pulled away from her much to her dismay. Thankfully they were at work so it was easy to pass it off as professionalism.

“Neicey we are at work, and remember I am only here a couple more months.”

“I know, but still. I want whatever I can get.”

M’Baku cleared his throat and looked up to see N’Jadaka coming down the same stairs Monae just escaped on, so he took the opportunity to break away from Neicey and greet the royalty in his presence.

“Excuse me, Neicey,” he cut the conversation short and jogged over to the prince. “N’Jadaka, your timing could not have been more perfect.” He let out a small sigh of relief as the two of them continued down the hall to Nakia’s office.

“What’s up big man?”

“I need to talk to you,” M’Baku waited until they were out of earshot to continue. “It’s about Monae.”

N’Jadaka shrugged as he opened Nakia’s door and M’Baku looked in to see Nakia, T’Challa, and Shuri already in the middle of a discussion about the gala. 

“Might as well tell the whole class,” N’Jadaka said with a smirk planted on his face.

“Tell us what?” T’Challa asked, concerned there was a problem with the Center.

“It’s nothing bad, chill out T,” the prince reassured his cousin as he took the empty seat next to Nakia. The king nodded and motioned for M’Baku to continue.

M”Baku hated being put on the spot.

“Um, we should not have this conversation with sensitive ears around,” he nodded towards Shuri who rolled her eyes.

“I’m nineteen!”

“And?” he asked.

T’Challa cut in before the two started going at it, “Shuri can stay. Bast only knows what she’s heard living with N’Jadaka.”

The prince wanted to defend himself, but realized his cousin was right. 

“Alright, well,” he cleared his throat, “Monae and I had....relations.”

“Nigga just say y’all fucked, she ain’t a child!”

“We did not fuck, I ate her out, that’s all.”

“‘That’s all’? That’s a big deal, M’Baku. Is she still engaged?” the queen asked, all eyes turning to the Jabari chief.

“Yes.” M’Baku said after clearing his throat. N’Jadaka, Shuri and Nakia all spoke over each other.

“Daaaamn, that’s cold.

“And I, oop-.”

“M’Baku!”

The king chuckled and his wife pinched his arm. 

“She’s calling it off-”

“There’s nothing to call off, they never even planned the wedding.” N’Jadaka said under his breath, also receiving a pinch from Nakia. “Ouch! Look here-”

“Hello, focus,” Shuri clapped her hands at her cousin who rolled his eyes and sat back in his chair, grumbling about being treated like a child. She turned back to M’Baku, “So what now?”

“I have no idea, but I inadvertently asked Neicey to be my date to the gala.”

“How do you accidentally ask someone to-“ T’Challa started and was cut back off by M’Baku.

“I asked her out for Friday but I forgot about the gala.”

“Daaaamn. You just got the sauce, huh?” the prince mused.

“I do not know what that means.”

“Neither do I,” T’Challa added.

“It means playboy over here has women flocking to him. Don't think I didn’t hear about Tonya trying to get her share, I hear everything around here.”

M’Baku groaned and put his head in his hands. Nakia got up to sit next to him and T’Challa slid into her vacant seat. 

“You really like Monae, don’t you?”

He looked up at her and nodded before looking down at his hands to avoid looking at anyone in the room. 

“Too much,” he confessed. “I know I will only be here until the end of the summer, but she...she brightens my day every time I see her. I never thought I would say this, but she makes me want to stay here.”

The other four Wakandans eyebrows all raised at his confession. 

“So this is serious? On both ends?” 

“I believe so.”

“Maybe she’ll come back with you? Or you two could try long distance-“

“Jabariland is too cold for her liking and I am unsure how well long distance would work.”

“It works for us,” Nakia and T’Challa both smiled warmly at each other.

“Yes but you two have history. That is no way to start a relationship.” M’Baku sighed. “I know it will be short-lived, but I want her as long as I can have her.”

Shuri hated to see M’Baku like this. He was usually so loud and confident, but this unsure in love version of him had her wheels turning. 

“What if we have a study abroad program? We could have students come learn Wakandan dance and other arts, then she could come back and forth to Wakanda for work. It would still be long-distance, but not all the time.” Shuri suggested.

“Munchkin’s got a point-“

“I’m nineteen!”

“So?” 

Shuri rolled her eyes at her insufferable cousin.

“The kids would love it. Challa?” Nakia asked her husband. 

“It might take a while to implement, there’s a lot of red tape, then there’s the issue of security-“

“But it’s possible?”’M’Baku asked with hope in his eyes.

“Maybe…” T’Challa really didn’t want to make any promises even though it was a good idea. 

“A maybe is better than a no!” Shuri was beaming. “M’Baku, I told you I hate that David guy-“

“Derrick” T’Challa laughed.

“I don’t care. Anyways, as I said before I’m Team M’Baku. You and Monae would be so cute.”

“We would,” M’Baku said, beaming from ear to ear.

“So what are you waiting for? You said it yourself, she’s done with him.”

“She’s done but he does not know that yet. He will be back Friday for the gala.” His jaw clenched at having to see Monae on his arm, but he then remembered he would be doing the same with Neicey.

“Ugh, it would be so much easier to fall for a single woman. Why did I do this?” M’Baku spoke to himself aloud.

The other four shared a look, all noticing that he said “fall” as though he were falling in love. There were a lot of unspoken words in that moment.

“The two of us can run interference if you need it.” Shuri offered, referring to herself and her big cousin.

“Yeah she’s a great anti-wingman. You know how many hookups she’s ruined for me? Too damn many.” N’Jadaka supplied as Shuri flipped him off. ”Trust me, she’ll be good at this.”

M’Baku’s wheels started turning now. If his friends kept Neicey and Devon busy somehow, he and Monae could have some time alone. He really hoped it would work, because otherwise the gala was going to be one long headache.

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chapter 14: the side-stories

enemies to lovers au/enemies with benefits

chapter summary: harry, tim, the oh shit moments and the ice cream. 

pairing: tom holland x y/n

warnings:  swearing, alcohol mention, smut mention, angsty (?) 

word count: 8k

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social media before you read (IMPORTANT FOR THE CHAPTER) :

before boarding: Haz wants free breakfast, Tim reaches out, and James gets protective

On flight : Tom joins a club, y/n tweets from the sky and Emma reaches out 

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So, the chapter came earlier because I had time and inspo and because I really wanted to get to this chapter already. Anyway, huge thanks to @hxpeysuenxs​ for helping me out to get my ideas straight and also... PLEASE! 

Go read ‘the moment’ by @jambrosemc​ it’s a spinoff which I consider canon for Tim and y/n’s relationship. 

In movies they always manage a “meet-cute” moment, you know the guy who's walking his dog and the dog runs off to the girl of his dreams, or the clumsy— why is she always clumsy?—The clumsy girl who accidentally spills coffee on the guy and then he immediately falls in love with her. Stupid and cliché but they never fail. The repetitive script that we all know and adore. 

The guy who ends up with the girl, the girl who’s always so different from the rest. The girl who gives up her dream for a guy. You know, those incredible moments at airports when she runs to him and he declares his love, or he stops traffic or… any kind of cute crap we all know and adore. Those breathtaking moments. 

The movies, however, never show the “oh shit” moments, the moments when you realize that you’re way deep in love with them. The moment when you know that there’s no going back. The moment when you feel like you’re screwed.

Harry knew of those. Especially of the ‘oh shit’ moment, he’d had it with Y/N, when she’d turned 16. He remembered it, she had only started dating that idiot, Louis. Complete idiot, but y/n didn’t realize it until he dumped her hours before prom, but we already know that story. 

But when she turned 16, Louis had thrown her a party, under the … stars and the sea? It didn’t make any sense, not for y/n’s style. But Harry had taken her out after the party, to this café. And after hours and hours of talking and laughing. He remembered seeing y/n look outside, at the cars, and then chuckle to herself. And Harry thought she was the most beautiful girl he would ever see, with the most melodic laugh the most perfect smile. 

And that’s when Harry thought: “Oh, shit.” 

Harry also knew of the typical “meet-cute”, he’d heard of one and he’d lived one. Which wasn’t exactly how they’d met but… how one of them had realized of the existence of the other. 

Timmy and y/n had had one, long before they officially met. Harry had heard from Tim how he’d “met her” long before they’d met, the meet cute turned into the ‘oh shit’. 

Tim had already seen her, they had a class together, and the way Timmy described it, Harry knew it. Tim was perfect for y/n. 

“She’d walked in, 16 minutes late to the lecture, she didn’t even have to explain what had happened. Her head was soaking from the rain, she was carrying like twenty bags and she was holding her car keys, to the convertible, now I know exactly what happened….and she’d bit her lip and tried to quietly make her way to the back, and she failed because she dropped everything, and I remember seeing her, stare at her stuff, scoff and then she cursed under her breath, pulled out her soaking notebook and glared at me because I laughed. And I thought she hated me, but I just—I saw a main character, you know? She literally just—God, she looked so pretty. And I thought oh, shit, I don’t even know her and I’m already in love with her.” 

They were probably each other’s endgame, and Harry knew that.  How difficult it had been for him to finally accept it when they had initially started dating. 

But Harry wasn’t bitter about it, because Harry had seen y/n’s light turn off before Timmy. And slowly Timmy had brought y/n back from the death, if that made any sense at all. Y/N smiled again with Timmy, and she would laugh again and she would be herself, and that’s all Harry cared about. 

Harry knew that y/n’s sudden downfall had all to do with Tom, even though his brother never addressed that matter. Harry was completely sure that Tom and Y/N would always have unresolved issues because even if Harry didn’t like to admit it to himself, Tom and Y/N made sense, in the most stupid way they could. Even if they didn’t. Such a complicated relationship that Harry knew was only a redundant way to cover up for the fact that they probably both loved each other. Yes, Harry was not dumb and he knew Tom probably had always reciprocated y/n’s feelings. In his own particular way. 

It’s easy, when you’re in love with someone you see who else is, because you’re observant, because you know how it feels. Harry wasn’t observant but he knew his brother too well not to notice that Tom practically drooled every time y/n would walk into the room. 

No, Harry wasn’t stupid. But Harry had probably been the only one who knew. Or he thought so. 

He was very conflicted about Tom, because sometimes it genuinely seemed like y/n was his biggest enemy and that Tom was actually trying to destroy her. But there were other times when Tom wasn’t as good to hide up the fact that y/n made him blush. 

Our bodies never help us to hide up our feelings, no matter how good we think we are at hiding it and no matter how good of an actor he was. We all get weak. Specially when we are in love, it seems to be the best way to tumble down our walls. 

The eyes, Chico, they never lie.  And Tom’s eyes didn’t lie. Whether he said he hated y/n or not, Tom’s gaze was only for y/n. 

“Y/N only likes me because I’m a movie star,” Tom said once. 

But Harry didn’t stomach why Tom had never understood how y/n had loved him way long before he even considered being an actor. She’d said to Harry after Tom had gone to prom with her, how she also quite could figure it out. 

Harry remembered how Tom had broken her heart back then, he’d just been cast as Spiderman. 

“Congratulations, you now get to say Spiderman took you to prom.” 

Harry knew Tom and Y/N had kissed back then. 

“I think it’s funny how Tom always forgets I loved him before he turned into whatever he is today.” 

Tom often did forget that. Tom often forgot that y/n had loved him for a long while now. And he couldn’t really understand why his brother would continuously rip y/n’s heart apart. And why did she choose Tom over the course of the years? Harry had been right beside her, always. But he never said anything. 

Harry had almost told her how he felt before she left for Rome. He hadn’t, but he thought that she knew it. 

And it had almost happened. 

Y/N was almost finished packing, she was roaming around the room. 

“I mean it’s the whole summer,” she explained. 

“But you’re gonna wash your clothes, y/n,” Harry laughed. “Hey, what if we—take a break? You know, let’s order a pizza or something and then we will come back and finish with all this mess.” 

Y/N didn’t hesitate twice. 

Harry barely remembered how it happened, they’d ended up on the couch. Like any other night, it wasn’t special, it was just another rainy night in London. The lights went out after a lightning stroke, and y/n only jumped to his arms. 

Harry held her close, and she only hugged him back. This wasn’t weird, y/n was affectionate but of course, Harry somehow felt it was his last chance. 

He only stared deep into her eyes, and she sensed it. His eyes travelled down to her lips, and they stayed quiet, for a bit. Harry hesitated on whether he should make a move or not. He only leaned in slightly, and her gaze was scared, but she was leaning over, too. But maybe they had been tired, or maybe it had been the moment. But both of them knew it was wrong, and both of them pulled away before they could even get closer. She stood up quickly, out of his grasp. 

“Uh, I’ll… I’ll continue packing, sorry, I uh…” She didn’t say anything. “No…” 

“I’m sorry… I yeah, let’s get to packing--” 

And they had, so vigorously ignoring what just had happened. 

“Y/N about what happened-” Harry had said before he left her apartment. 

“We will talk when I come back.” 

But they hadn’t. 

Harry had noticed about three years ago just after she’d come back from Rome, how y/n’s eyes would brighten up even more each time Tom smiled, and how Tom would stop to listen whenever y/n spoke. Harry didn’t mind if they were dating. 

Not really. 

Though it was a burden to bear, the reminiscent smiles were only a hint for it. 

Of course he’d be heartbroken, we can’t control our emotions and feelings. But he’d be happy because if anything, Harry cared too much for his brother. And he genuinely loved y/n too much to impede her from being happy. 

And Harry himself had always been skeptical about his own feelings towards y/n. Had it been only a whim caused by a stupid childhood crush? No, it was love. 

It was love. There is nothing more painful than to love and know you’ll never be loved back. 

But he had accepted y/n and Tom were secretly dating back then, or whatever they were doing. Big was his surprise when they’d seen each other at the club. 

Which brings us to our meet-cute, going back to y/n and Timothee. 

Harry perfectly remembered how that night had gone, and he knew y/n, and he knew Tom. And Harry wanted an answer, if there was anything that Harry hated was the fact that Tom never admitted it. Why didn’t he? 

Or was Harry too dumb and too jealous and blaming the fact that y/n didn’t love him back that he had made himself think that Tom loved her too? 

Maybe Tom had never loved her. 

But he’d seen y/n fade away that night, he had seen how happiness had left her body. Harry could swear he had heard y/n’s heart shatter on that nightclub when Tom was kissing that pink shirt. 

And it wasn’t like this was the first time Tom broke her heart. He’d seen it again, and again, and again. And he’d seen how y/n would only take a deep breath, look away, and ignore the usual cold tear shedding. Harry would always silently offer his shoulder. 

But that night, he hadn’t. And he wondered what could’ve happened if he had. Timmy had made her smile even at that precise moment when y/n’s heart had broken into pieces. That’s how incredible Timmy was. Even in the darkest time, Timmy had made y/n smile. 

And Harry remembered wanting to fight Tom the very next day, without addressing what was really going on. He only wanted to kick his brother's ass and tell him off for breaking y/n’s heart again, but he hadn’t. Because Harry himself didn’t understand it, if they had been dating why had Tom so deliberately crushed her heart? 

That’s what Harry never understood, why would anyone do that? Make them fall in love with you only so you could hurt them? And Harry had seen Tom do it again, and again. Gaining y/n’s trust only so he could break her, betray her in any possible way. 

However, nobody had seen what had happened. Tom hadn’t gone home with that pink skirt, after y/n had left with Sam, Tom had drifted away from her, and then had left with Haz and Tuwaine. 

Tom had only pulled an act to mess with y/n. 

Harry had stayed with the other group, the one with Timmy and Emma. Emma… that was another story. 

And the very next day, Harry had seen Tom with tears in his eyes in the kitchen, looking up and asking questions to the ceiling. Swearing to himself. 

Harry didn’t talk to him initially, until he saw him coming back with yellow flowers. He seemed nervous. 

“Tom, were you and y/n on a date?” Harry had asked him. 

Tom watched him. “No.” 

“Did she know that?” Asked Harry with venom. 

“Yes.” 

“Are you fucking sure?” Harry snapped. “You are very aware that she’s got feelings for you.” 

Tom looked away. “Well she’s dumb,” Tom said. “She should clearly be in love with you instead.” 

“That’s not what we are talking about,” Harry sassed. “Did she or did she not know that it wasn’t a date?” 

“No.” 

“What was it, then?” Harry asked. “And why did you buy her flowers?” 

“How did—“

“Yellow flowers? She loves them.” 

“I will go and apologize for making her believe that I could—I dunno.” 

“Why do you insist on breaking her heart?” Harry wondered, “she’s—She’s the most amazing girl and you’re so fucking lucky that she loves you. Why would you insist on hurting her? She’s done nothing wrong to you, and her fucking biggest sin is that she loves you, and you did that? You think I didn’t see you? Strolling around giving her hope and making her fall in love with you? Go and tell her you don’t love her, because deep down she thinks you do, and she’s so stupid for believing that. But I swear Tom if you dare to keep that door open for her it’ll only get worse, let her be, and stop playing with her heart. Close that door forever.” 

And he saw him leave and then come back, with a bag full of dirt. He saw him, kicking the couch, he heard him yelling and then he saw him, downing beer after beer. 

Tom hadn’t spoken to anyone for a few days. 

And then y/n hadn’t spoken to any of them for months, she barely answered his texts. She would cancel on their lunch, and she would blame it on school. He’d seen her on campus, without her smile and the usual sunshine that followed her. He’d try to reach out to her but she would back away.

But Harry saw someone there… Tim. Little by little he saw the green eyed fella walking with y/n more and more. And little by little, y/n’s sunshine was coming back. 

He had seen her in the halls, walking with him. How Timmy would always make her smile, and blush. And Harry loved seeing that again. 

Harry knew that they were probably made for each other. Initially, when Timothee had appeared he wasn’t as fond. You can never be too fond of someone who is also in love with the girl you’re in love with. But for Harry it was different. 

For each and every rom-com he’d watched, for research purposes, he claimed, he had seen the perfect meet cute and the guy whom the girl is supposed to end with. And when Harry had once again heard y/n’s melodic laugh back, he knew Tim was her endgame. 

And he decided that it was time to move on. And he had, exactly with his “meet cute”, Emma. 

Emma had accidentally spilled her drink on Harry. And Harry would be lying if he ever said there wasn’t a strike of electricity when he’d looked into her eyes, like in movies, when the guy meets the girl. 

Emma. 

Who initially wasn’t fond of y/n, because of course, the girl didn’t even look at her best friend, and there was Timmy, all smitten with her. But Emma had become the perfect friend y/n could ask for. 

And the perfect girl Harry could never imagine. 

Emma had told him a lot about Timothee. 

“It's amazing we bumped into you guys that night, Timmy here had always had a crush on the girl with the cute jeans and dirty sneakers.” 

And he fell in love with Emma as an accident. He hadn’t planned it, and neither did Emma. Because it all started as two people hanging out because their respective best friends were in a relationship. Not because they had to, because they had wanted to. And they started to hang out, and Harry knew it, it had been one night under the stars, when Harry knew he was finally over y/n. 

And it was great. Until… y/n broke up with Timmy. Old feelings resurfaced. But when it occurred, Harry remembered how she had walked in, around New Years. 

He remembered how conflicted he’d been, trying to hold her hand, and how he had briefly opened his heart to her, but it hadn’t felt right. He knew it, he was over her. And though it hurt seeing her like this, he didn’t… feel the same. All he could think about when y/n was crying on her shoulder was Emma. And y/n had become a bittersweet song, an undermining memory. 

Emma was an accident, and she’d changed all of Harry’s plans. Initially, she had become a distraction, from whatever Harry was doing at the time, but slowly she dug her way into his heart. Emma was someone Harry would’ve never thought he’d fall in love with, but she was someone who now he never wanted to lose. That’s why he had proposed. 

But he had been… conflicted. When Emma told him she’d ask y/n to be her maid of honor...it felt weird. 

Why did he feel weird? It was normal, right?

Maybe it was weird because he had a feeling that Y/N probably was again falling into Tom’s spell. 

Of course, he had asked Haz and Sam. And they’d denied it. He had asked James, though. He hadn’t denied it, he didn’t confirm it..

“I don’t know.”

Simple answer. 

And Harry didn’t, either. 

Because maybe it hurt him. But it didn’t hurt him in the way one would think, it would hurt. It hurt in the way that he knew where Tom would go. Again breaking her heart. 

So he wondered why y/n was so stupid. How was she going there again? And was she? 

Did he have to reach out for her? And why did she keep ignoring him? 

He knew he couldn’t be for her this time. Or did he have to? 

Why did she keep ignoring him? Why did it bother him so much? 

Harry knew. Because y/n was his own first love. And it hurt to think of it that way, but he looked back at it. Like an old memory. An old song. 

And he found it funny, how y/n was someone who planned ahead and stuck to real thoughts, and yet she was always finding herself at the crazy curveballs. Which made her stay out of her lane. Out of Harry’s path. 

But maybe they were meant to stay that way, with their paths never touching, and their words never colliding. Only for a friendship. 

Maybe Harry had to let go off the plan, because he had a new one. With Emma. 

That didn’t stop Harry from reaching out to her. 

“Hello? Harry! Hello!” Y/N answered facetime. She was in the lobby, and she seemed tired, but her smile brightened up as soon as she saw her best friend. 

 “Hey!  How is it going?” Harry grinned as soon as he had seen her. 

“Good, good, uh, Tom and I just checked in on the hotel,” she explained, her voice was muffled then. “Wanna say hi to your brother?” She moved the phone and Tom gulped but waved. 

“Hey!” Was all he said. 

“Uh—y/n, I actually had to talk to you, I’ll talk to Tom later so maybe—“

Y/N stayed quiet. “I’ll—give me a sec.” She had turned off the camera. 

Harry was sweating, he didn’t understand why he’d taken up the courage to call her. It was late for him, but he couldn’t sleep unless he reached out to her. Because he knew all of this would go wrong and he couldn’t be right beside her. 

A muffled Tom could be heard, barely, but he was there. “Yeah, yeah, see you in a bit.” 

Which had Harry wondering, were they in separate rooms at the hotel? And why the fuck did it matter? 

“Harry!” A cheerful y/n said after she’d turned it back on, she still seemed to be somwehere in the lobby which only made Harry’s suspicion higher.  “Hola.” 

“Y/N,” Harry grinned. “Salut.” 

It was a very stupid tradition they had. They had taken Spanish and French lessons together, yes y/n had learned french even before Timmy and it had stuck, they would randomly say words in either language. 

“How’s New York?” Harry asked. “Finally you get to go to your dream place.” 

“Well, the airport was nice,” she laughed as she plugged in her earphones. “And so far I’m… in love with the city, Tom said he’ll give me a tour because he…” She laughed. “Knows it so well because he’s Spider-Man,” she mocked 

“Oh, don’t trust him, he’ll get you lost in five minutes,” Harry chuckled. 

“Wait, it’s like 1 am over there isn’t it?” Y/N chuckled. “Why are you awake? Long day filming?” 

“Yeah, a bit,” Harry admitted. “Gosh, it’s been crazy.” 

“I bet, but you’re having fun aren’t you?” She wondered.

“A lot,” Harry admitted. “But uh-- I wanted to talk to you about something.” 

Y/N cleared her throat. “Uhm… Is it about Emma’s… request?” 

Harry didn’t answer. Had she not accepted it yet? 

She smiled. “Because I haven’t had the time to answer her, but I’m going to say yes, don’t worry! I just wanted to sit down and write down a whole ass--” 

“No, no, it’s not about that--But great!” Harry gulped. “No, no, it’s…” 

“Yup?” 

“It’s about Tom.” 

The end of the line stayed dangerously quiet. She licked her lips and looked away. She didn’t move. 

“Y/N?” 

“Yeah, I’m here,” she sighed. “I… What about Tom?” 

Harry licked his lips. “I know you, y/n, I just… Don’t let him fool you again.” 

“He’s not fooling me, I--where are you even coming from?” She coughed, she’d turned stiff. “I.. We’ve become friends and that’s it. We’re getting along.” 

“I don’t have to be there to know you’re crushing on him again,” Harry explained. The tweets, the pictures, Tom and y/n constantly bickering on the group chat. James’ answer,  the way Harrison had denied it so intensely and...The way that Tom had been ignoring Harry. Harry knew something was going on. 

“I’m not,” she answered, but she had bit her inner cheek. 

“Look, y/n,” he clicked his tongue. “I’m only worried because I don’t know if I’ll be able to be there with you, and--Tom sooner or later will hurt you.” 

“Then you should call him up and tell him not to, don’t call me, I’m not… doing anything,” she snapped then squeezed her eyes shut. “Look, Harry, I can take care of myself, I’ve done it before and…” 

“And how did that work out for you?” Harry frowned. “I’m just saying this because I’m your best friend.” 

“But are you really saying it because of that, Harry?” 

“What?” Harry frowned. 

“No… Nothing, I’m just… I know where you’re coming from, but this time I won’t let him hurt me, and I.. I am not crushing on him.” 

“Fine, I’m just… worried, okay? And I know it’s hard already...Having Timmy there and-” 

She pinched the bridge of her nose. “I--Harry, I’m tired from my flight, okay? I need to go and take a shower and just…You know? I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?” 

“Y/N I didn’t mean to-” 

“Love you, bye!” 

He shouldn’t have mentioned Timmy. 

And Timmy truly  didn’t know where he was standing. Timothee didn’t want to be too intrusive, but he couldn’t help it. He was jealous, that was unequivocally an understatement, Tom drove him insane. And Tim was getting prepared exactly just for that. Could anyone be prepared to see the love of their life happy with someone else?

Timmy had learned where they were staying. He had debated to himself whether or not he should bring her flowers, but over the course of the years he’d learned that y/n loved flowers, so it might give him a little… advantage. 

There was possibly no way that he’d be able to bump into them. He didn’t even know when she’d arrive, and was it creepy? He probably was being creepy. He was standing in front of a hotel with little to no information of whether y/n would be there. He held the peonies as he headed to the entrance, he had to leave this was… no. He was being crazy right? 

But he walked in, and he saw her, sitting down, bummed. Her hair resting against her hand, her hair falling down. She looked tired, but radiant at the same time, she looked like a summer song. And he wondered if this was the perfect movie moment, when the guy cheers up the girl and they fall back in love. He could easily run up to her and ask her to love him, and somehow, she’d do it. 

But he couldn’t. He just watched her from afar, and if he knew her well enough, he knew she was about to shed a tear. She took a deep breath and tapped her foot anxiously. 

What was troubling her? Maybe it had only taken a flight for Tom to break her heart. But… that wasn’t her ‘Tom screwed me over’ face. She seemed angry. 

Tim was frozen, he wanted to approach her and be there to comfort whatever Tom had pulled this time but just as Timmy had finally managed to move, he saw Tom getting out of the elevator. Strutting with arrogance. 

He stopped to watch the scene, he expected yelling. He thought y/n would turn around to Tom like she always did and yell at him. And Tim wanted to see the bickering, the usual fighting. But there… wasn’t any. Instead, Tom had come to wrap his arms around her from behind and placed a sweet kiss to her cheek. A smile came back to her face as she turned to face him, and they didn’t kiss this time, but the smile she dedicated him was all it took to break Tim. The glance y/n directed at Tom was the gaze Tim had fought so hard to get. 

And it only took Tom a stupid kiss on her cheek. 

Tim felt it again, the knife all across his chest as he watched them leave for the elevator, her hand clinging to his arm as he would lean over and whisper to her. And time stopped. And Timmy wished he hadn’t walked in to see that, he wished he hadn’t had the incredible idea to give her flowers. He wouldn’t have seen that, he shouldn’t have bought the stupid peonies. 

Honestly, he would never get used to seeing that. He felt like someone had cut off a piece of his heart and crushed it right in front of him. Timmy never really understood why she loved Tom. However, he knew y/n didn’t know it either. She’d deny it, she’d avoid the subject. She’d never speak of Tom, unless it was to assure him she despised him. And yet, as the elevator door closed, he saw her, slowly placing a kiss on his lips. 

That image had kept Timmy awake all night long, he’d blame it on the jet lag but it was unbearable. Because he wondered where had it all gone wrong? When had he stopped reading y/n? 

But had he really? 

The next day on set it got even worse, he saw them arrive, fingers locked and that smile Tim had gotten familiar with. The usual tender chuckle. But… was she happy? 

She seemed to be, but… Maybe Timmy hadn’t completely forgotten how to read her. She seemed confused, was she? 

Tim had brought the flowers again, though he probably shouldn’t have. He should’ve thrown away the peonies. But he couldn’t, y/n loved peonies.

Of course, he couldn’t… give them to her, so he just arranged someone to leave one at Tom’s trailer. Even when he knew that y/n could think they could come from Tom. 

But maybe y/n hadn’t forgotten that Tim’s signature flowers were peonies. Hopefully she really hadn’t. But Tom did take the credit for, he’d seen y/n kiss Tom’s cheek. 

And it hurt Timmy, but then she saw him… when she saw him, it felt like she knew. She just gave him a sad smile. 

Filming for the next few days had been…painful. Y/N and him hadn’t talked, not really. Tom didn’t let her be around, not that he had forbidden it but anytime Tim would get close, Tom would rush in, and pull her close to him. 

However, Timmy hadn’t stopped with the flowers, not big arrangement every day, a single peony every now and then, and he’d seen y/n with one, outside the trailer, confused...but she was too busy with Tom. And Tim had gotten to the idea, even if they hadn’t really talked about it. It was obvious. But Timmy faked blindness, even when it was too much to handle.  

Like that day when Tom and Mad had slipped while dancing, and y/n let out a loud laugh as she rushed to see him...to see Tom. 

“Did you just laugh?” Tom asked, chuckling. 

“No,” but y/n couldn’t stop laughing. “Well—I—I… its cause you—“She let out a loud cackle that could even be confused with a snore.

Tim smiled to himself, he missed that laugh. The messy one, the one that told Tim she didn’t care anymore. 

“You are still laughing,” Tom now started to laugh with her, as they threw their head back. 

Timmy saw it, and he felt it. The way Tom has probably felt throughout their whole relationship. Because what hurt Timmy the most wasn’t that he couldn’t kiss her, what hurt Timmy the most was he wasn’t the reason for her smile anymore. 

“Stop laughing!” Tom said. 

And then y/n kissed Tom, repeatedly. Her hands cupping his face as she only smiled against his lips. 

Well, maybe it did bother Tim. 

Because there was just so… much kissing. It seemed like Tom never missed an opportunity to get his lips on y/n. It was so annoying, especially when Tim was around, he seemed to have a magnet to her lips, and his hands always on her waist. 

They were disgusting. Other people called them adorable, but Tim called them disgusting. 

Because it bothered him, and because he had been right. About all of this. That troubled Timmy enough, let alone the fact that they didn’t care if he was seeing, it was the fact that he had been right all along. 

Never would have Timmy thought he’d end up with a cigarette on his mouth as he listened to a pianist on a New York bar. He had a scotch in his hands, and he could only wonder where y/n was. Probably with Tom, Tom probably was taking off her clothes and kissing that sweet spot on her neck that drove her crazy. Her clothes probably were on some fancy hotel floor, and her lipstick would be tattooing Tom’s body. And she probably was smiling, and Tom would get to hear her laugh, and she’d probably be moaning Tom’s name. 

And Timmy couldn’t believe it. Where had he gone wrong? What in this world did Tom do to have y/n making a fool of herself for him? 

And Timmy cried, even though he wasn’t really a crier, he couldn’t help it. Really, he couldn’t help it. But he soon forgot it, he started drinking with some random girl he’d met at that bar, with pretty eyes and a southern accent, she told him she was there looking for her dreams. And they had gone dancing instead because the piano had bored him, for the first time he was bored of a conversation, and he told her: I just want to dance, and the blue lights had barely helped him to forget y/n, as the girl kept grinding against him, and wrapping his arms around Timmy, but he could only think of y/n and how they were always dancing. But he kept drinking and smoking, and dancing. But y/n stayed on his mind, in his imagination. No matter how loud the music was going, and no matter how good looking the girl was, he couldn’t see anyone but the image of y/n. Because she was everywhere, in the music he was dancing to, in the shirt he was wearing, everywhere.

And Timmy wasn’t the guy to have a one night stand, and yet... He found himself walking out of a random wannabe New Yorker small studio to go back to his hotel. He wasn’t pleased with himself. That wasn’t him. But he had felt lonely, and he wasn’t over her, so he really only wanted to get his mind off of it. It hadn’t helped. 

If anything, this was y/n’s fault, because he couldn’t help but think about it. He’d slept with a stranger, but that wasn’t what was bothering him… It was the fact he had danced with a stranger. And dancing, dancing was their thing. 

Timothée was crying on the subway. 

“I fucked up,” he texted Emma. “I miss her so much and I can’t stand this.” 

Emma had called him immediately. 

“Talk to me, Tim.” 

“Did I wake you up?” 

“No, I was… already awake, tell me,” Emma said. 

“It’s just hard, Em,” he explained. “I don’t even know what to tell you, now, I feel like I’ve lost her and now, I just I know I fucked up by proposing but I--” 

“Timmy, don’t say that.” 

“But that was it, she faded away when I proposed, and that’s on me,” Tim sighed. “I should’ve known she wasn’t ready and that we--fuck, I don’t even know, I just want to win her back and be how we used to be, I miss her and her smile and her laugh and-” 

“Aren’t you guys talking? I thought you told me you were on talking terms,” Emma answered. 

“Not here, not in New York, and fuck, it makes it harder, New York makes it harder,” he explained. “Just before the proposal, we were planning on coming, you know? We had our whole trip planned, and in my head, I would have been walking down this city already engaged, and here I am, walking down to my fucking hotel after hooking up with some-”

“You hooked up with someone?” Emma questioned. “You?” 

“Yes.” 

“Oh, then it must be bad.” 

“I… just, I can’t stand seeing her with Tom,” Tim said. “I just… out of everyone.” 

“Hold on-Tom?” Emma asked. 

Tim bit his lip, did they not know about this? 

“Yes, Tom… I thought you would know,” Timmy frowned. “Didn’t Harry tell you?” 

“I don’t think Harry knows this,” Emma explained. “Which… is technically better for me, I guess.” 

Timmy didn’t answer. 

“I asked her… to be my maid of honour,” Emma explained. “Which I know, I’m sorry I would’ve asked you but…” 

Timothée kept quiet. 

“We both know she’s got history with the Hollands,” Emma sighed with sadness. “And although these are bad news for you, it…” 

“I know.” 

“Is it wrong?” Emma asked. “I know you love her Tim but… Is it wrong I still fear how she’ll act around Harry?” 

“It’s not her who you’re worried about,” Tim sounded convinced.

“You’re right, but… You know what they say, keep your friends close and your enemies closer,” she explained. “And though she is not my enemy per se, I just can’t help but be anxious around her, after all she was Harry’s first love, and you’ve heard her say it.” 

“True love might only be the first one,” Tim answered. “I know, but… I really think you shouldn’t worry.” 

“And I really think you shouldn’t worry about Tom,” Emma insisted. “After all, he’s her enemy, and she might just be doing the same thing I’m doing, keeping her enemies close, and we both know Tom will eventually fuck up.” 

“You’re right.” 

Tim had texted y/n afterwards begging to go out for dinner, and y/n had eventually agreed, but it wasn’t really dinner she’d agreed on. Still, Tim was thinking about it. How  he’d been right all along. 

Tom did have feelings for y/n, and even if y/n had never admitted it. She had feelings for Tom. 

And Timmy knew this, but it’s easier said than done. He couldn’t stomach and map out any emotions, how could he? He had been right, this whole time. But he also knew y/n, and he knew that y/n was someone who always had her mind busy. Thoughts, creativity, lists… many lists. And guilt, y/n would often have to settle down her mind at night if something was bothering her. Even with simple stuff, like if she hadn’t tried an ice cream flavor even when Tim would assure her she wouldn’t  like it , she’d have to go the next day to try it. Or whenever a new movie came out and y/n would read the reviews and know she’d hate it, but went and watched it anyway just to be disappointed by it. 

So maybe that was what was going on. Tom was the coconut-pistachio cheesecake ice cream y/n so wanted to try, but wouldn’t like in the end. Y/N was dating the terrible reviewed movie right now. 

However, the ice cream bumped into Tim, anyway the same day he’d go out for dinner with y/n, holding a peony that Tim had given her that day.

“What are you doing?” Tom frowned. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Tim said, looking down at the schedule he had to follow, he spoke then through the radio and walked past Tom. 

“You really think I don’t know these are yours?” Tom frowned. 

“Well, I’m helping you out, man, take the credit, for all I know you already are taking it,” Timmy rolled his eyes. 

“Why are you doing this?” 

Tim watched him. “I just gave her flowers man.” And really that’s all he’d done. He hadn’t even tried to talk to y/n. He didn’t want to intrude. One flower a day didn’t hurt anyone. 

“No, no, no, why are you trying to-” 

“I’m not trying anything,” Timmy answered calmly. 

Tom clenched his jaw. “You lost your chance.” 

“It’s funny you out of everyone say that,” Tim snaked. “Seems like chances are given for free.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“Why are you angry?” Timmy shrugged. “She is your girlfriend, you don’t have to worry about me--” 

Tom didn’t answer. 

“Ah, she’s not your girlfriend, yet.” 

“Well but she might be.” 

“Then why are you worrying?” Tim cackled dryly. “If she is in love with you then she won’t even look at my flowers. And as I said, take the credit man.” 

“Exes don’t give out flowers,” Tom frowned.  

“Well, I do, I love giving her flowers, and at least I know for a fact she doesn’t cry whenever I give her flowers,” Tim shrugged. “Now, if you’ll excuse me-”

“You don’t have the right to mention that,” Tom frowned. 

“Seems like I already did,” Timmy rolled his eyes. “Look, I don’t want to argue with you, you go be happy with her.” 

Tom watched him. “You don’t even know what we’ve gone through, and we are very happy.” 

Timmy stared at Tom. He truly didn’t understand why Tom was being so bitchy about this, yes, probably it wasn’t fair play giving her flowers. But honestly, Tom had been worse while y/n and Tim were dating, always big gestures, that of course would be erased by any kind of mean words Tom directed as y/n. Always hurting y/n. Yes, Tom had never been a fan of Tom, because he always managed to turn y/n’s light off, only with a glance and y/n would be on the verge of tears. Tom was a monster to y/n. Why the hell was y/n now sprinting with him? Why the hell did y/n kiss Tom the way she was kissing him? 

“I don’t have to know much to understand you’ve broken her so many times,” Tim argued back. 

“I’ve changed.”

“Have you really, Tom? And does she know that?” Tim had started to walk away.

Tom stayed quiet for a bit, “She does.” 

Tim turned around. “I think you’re scared because even if you know her from your whole life, you don’t actually know her.” 

Tom frowned. “I know her perfectly.” 

“But for your own conveniences, you know how to make her cry, you know how to break her, but that’s it,” Tim raised his arms, shrugging. 

Tom clenched his jaw. “You’re just angry that she’s screaming my name now,” Tom snapped. 

Timothée had to look away. “That’s the issue with you, Tom. You don’t know the magic of y/n,” he told him, shaking his head as he stared down at the floor. “Maybe you managed to get her in bed, but you won’t get to have her completely and you know that, because it’s the little moments that count for y/n, and you don’t get that, you always have to put up a show for her.” 

Tom rolled his eyes. “You dated her for only two years, what makes you think you know her more than I do? I’ve known her my whole life.” 

Tim chuckled. “I didn’t buy a Polaroid, for instance, I don’t have to fake around her,” Tim explained. “I made her smile with a single peony, because I know she doesn’t need whatever big flower arrangement I know you’re already planning to give her. I know her.” 

Tom scoffed. “I don’t need to give you any explanation, and I don’t even know why I’m bothering to argue with you, y/n doesn’t even love you, if she did she would’ve accepted your proposal,” Tom snapped with venom. “Now please stop sending her flowers, and don’t dare to bring her flowers tonight.” 

With that, the bad-reviewed movie had walked away. Tim looked away, he was hurt. But not because he’d said that. But because y/n had told him. It just… Didn’t make any sense. 

They’d meet at her hotel’s bar. A less formal thing, and Timmy understood.

He had seen her walk out of the elevator, and… Tom had, too. They seemed to be tense, but Tom kissed her cheek anyway before leaving for the entrance.

Timmy really didn’t like elevators anymore.

Y/N walked over to Tim, she didn’t seem… excited. 

“Hi,” he greeted her. He hadn't brought her flowers this time. Not because Tom had asked him to, but because he knew it wasn’t the place for it. 

“Hey,” she gulped as she watched him. “Let’s… go for a drink, shall we?” 

And it was awkward at first. They’d never been awkward but she had been this time, quiet, and she looked sad. They were sitting on the tallest stools in the bar, where y/n was swinging her legs, trying to get a hold of the film canister she’d pulled out at the beginning of their conversation. She had Toyed with it, long enough for Timmy to wonder which of the many film canisters was it. He’d given her thousands of them, with notes, with films… and one with a ring. The canister seemed more interesting than Tim himself. But she looked beautiful, and Tim only wished and longed to go back in time, and have her smile at him like she used to. 

Instead they were barely even looking at each other.

“So, have you been exploring the city?” Tim asked her. 

Y/N shrugged and smiled. “Not...really,” she admitted. “We—“she cleared her throat. “I’ve barely had the time, you know? Always filming and then I am tired but—Tomorrow I might,” she told him. “Tom has a free day so—“

“Yeah,” Tim watched her. “Anywhere special you want to go? New York has always been your dream.” 

“Dunno yet, Tom probably has something planned, something big,” she smiled to herself. “He only keeps surprising me…” 

“So uh, you and Tom huh?” Tim had asked as smoothly as he could’ve. 

“I… well,” she shifted on her sit. “I guess.” 

“It’s okay, I knew it was coming,” he smiled. “I’m happy-“

“Timmy I’m sorry I—“ she looked at him, finally looked at him. 

“No, no, I’m happy, as long as he makes you happy,” Tim lied with the most convincing smile he could pull. 

“I’m very sorry Tim,” she sighed. 

He reached over for her arm, “Y/N, no, I don’t want you to be, really,” he squeezed her arm and then pulled back his hand. 

“Are you okay?” She looked at him. 

“I feel like I am, but I mean, you can’t really—I mean, I’m as fine as I can be,” he chuckled to himself. 

“Tim,” she gave him a sad smile. 

“I’m being honest, y/n, one can only be as cheerful as they can while they see the love of their life taken away,” he had said and he’d felt his heart become smaller as he said it. 

Y/N watched him. “You really think I’m the love of your life?” 

Tim looked at her, she timidly smiled. “I know it.” 

Y/N bit her lip. “How do you know that? Who the love of your life is?” 

Timmy watched her. Somehow that question felt like an old conversation, of the ones they used to have. He didn’t know why she’d asked it. But maybe his answer would get her back to her senses.

“Well, you feel it. You know?” Tim chuckled. “It’s that breathtaking moment y/n,” he explained as he looked at her. “I guess it’s the person that makes you feel like you’re watching your favorite movie, the one you know you’d never get tired of,”he looked at her lips and then at her sight, she seemed conflicted but she was listening. “The person you feel calm with, the one you only need a smile from and everything turns better,” he grinned. “It’s walking under the rain and feeling warm. It’s… you.” 

She looked at him, and then stared at the film canister again. 

“What’ve you got there?” He looked at it. 

“Ah, nothing,” she gulped. “It’s—Nothing,” she smiled at him. “But uhm, have you had time to explore New York?” 

“A little bit, yeah,” he chuckled. More than he wanted to, if he was honest. “I actually got lost in the subway, you know how distracted I am—“

“You’re kidding,” she smiled again. 

“No, no, but—“And he started telling her stories, like he used to do. And she listened, and she laughed and she smiled. 

And eventually, she put the film canister back in her purse, making Tim wonder what the hell was in it. But it didn’t matter, because she was finally smiling again, and with every single story and with every single sentence, he felt like he was falling back in love all over again. And hours went by, and they didn’t even notice how time had passed. And it felt like old times. Older...times. 

But eventually she kissed his cheek goodbye, because she of course had to go back to Tom. Who had walked back into the hotel. But maybe had imagined it, the whole conversation maybe hadn’t gone as espectacular. And this wasn’t a movie, the girl and the guy probably wouldn’t fall back in love just after a conversation at the bar, and maybe it wasn’t breathtaking.  And he saw her walking back up to Tom, and kissed his lips. Not his cheek, his lips. 

But Tim did have an oh shit moment, it was different from that moment when y/n had walked into the lecture, 16 minutes late. It was the oh shit moment when Tim realized it, the repetitive script we’ve all learned and adored from movies wouldn’t replicate in Tim’s life. Not for now, at least. Because y/n, for once, had liked the ice cream.

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